The Charioteer
His stony stare is made of opal and onys.
poetry
On or about April 23rd
Emily Dickinson rides the subway from Bed Stuy thinking of Marcus Aurelius
Facing It
My black face fades,
Blue Light Lounge Sutra for the Performance Poets at Harold Park Hotel
the need gotta be
Venus's-flytraps
I am five,
Ode to the Maggot
Brother of the blowfly
Jesse's Farm
We're driving and the radio says mass marine extinctions in one
A Portrait of (Self) Deception
When the grand master of folly
Homage to a Bellhop
Looks that weren't
Old Haunt, Rebuilt
On most Tuesdays we eat shitake maki
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