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who kills, father time? time who kills: all things. startling with the drip of a chrysalis stuck threading in a tapered night that once slurped on breast milk and sour bread. a man where clearwing moths have suckled in. though he peals in fishnets, loud in a…

I see those mottled photos, ornate albums of yesterdays yellow sun Of swollen women, dream-like, in a lavender field. They leash their arms around an oval-shape becoming empty; the shape deflates, the air comes out like water. It starts to breathe it’s own small breath in the shape of a person, someday a man, a […]

why the silence? poems used to pinch me out of no where. they’d tap me on the spine in the bathroom, press their cold nose on my ear while i was at the grocery store. they’d well up in my mead glass and i’d drink them until the grin on my face was a glasgow.  […]

my scent, not his scent, but by some changeling blood could spread the same smile on halloween. on christmas waking up in blankets it didn’t fall asleep in. there’s bricks that hold down a red bottlebrush flower from 1994. remember, she called you honeysuckle, and thought rats had no bones. i remember my small hand […]

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Fly guy—bar fly with Roman nose and sake soaked tongue buzzing in my ear; shoo fly, don’t bother me. ? like a sip instead of a gulp, the spider is on the cliff of my knee, it spreads no further with its unshaven jowls scratching the walls…

A recent story one of my BFF’s and I wrote together. A publisher for an anthology passed on it (and my other ghost story, too. I finally found the email. which means I’ll be posting that one up eventually, too.) it’s written in two perspectives, Adelina and Vera, two single moms (and characters we used […]

you began under the skin, a squeezing-hug swanning in the dark red. you dreamt in amniotic blankets shifting sinuously in white noise, soaking into your veins and never fleeing. you can still hear it whisper. sewn into her smell, the woman you dreamt in, but punctured, holding you tight, yet letting you keep slipping ringing […]

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When I looked into your eyes that time not long after we first met, I told myself that if I was given the chance, I would go ahead and do it. And such a thing would really impress you and make you want me even though I…

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It’s no comfort knowing that you’re buried, deep down, taking earth around you like blankets that fall apart and crawl. But seasons still disrobed like actors backstage in a play, in front of everyone. Even with you gone, the world moved on. And I watched. We all…

some time ago, i submitted a horror story for an upcoming halloween anthology taking place in salem. the story’s called ‘let’s kill her‘ and they just accepted it to be published in the book. more details to come. i’ve put an excerpt of it here before, i just don’t want to dig for it. no […]