• I Have Started to Go Out More

    I Have Started to Go Out More

    Now I actually leave my room,  Every day, I hop on the black train,  No matter if it is sun or rain,  I lug…

  • Prismatic

    Prismatic

    Track 1 – Suburbia Muddy swamp water stares me in the face, my reflection suffocated by petroleum-thick sludge. Funny how it used to seem…

  • Letters to Milena

    Letters to Milena

    “I hardly remember the details, just that we kept on merging into one another, I was you, you were me.” Franz Kafka, Letters to…

  • The Robot

    The Robot

    The Robot is a perfect machine. It has to be. It works to surpass its limited programming. The Robot strives to exceed expectations at…

  • Falling Behind

    Falling Behind

    I am full of cracks; fissures in my palms dry and ragged, revealing the rot blooming beneath my skin When I try to grasp…

  • Striking Jackfruit

    Striking Jackfruit

    Father begins the ritual, dousing his hands and his tarnished scimitar in oil. He brings the blade down, breaking coarse green skin.The knife is…

  • Girls in White

    Girls in White

    There are girls in white along the wall, with their painted faces watching. Sculpted ones too— marble eyes following me around the aisles. Their…

  • Faint

    Faint

    I didn’t feel the cold metal When it bludgeoned my chin My bones made no sound When they clattered To the brittle linoleum My…

  • At The Hour of Our Death

    At The Hour of Our Death

    The rough unsanded floorboards drew blood from her knees. She rejoiced, mistaking it for blood from her womb, before realizing its true source. She…

  • The Infestation

    The Infestation

    The Outside  Mr. and Mrs. Davidson lived in a bungalow in a cul-de-sac, right across from a house occupied by Ms. Ray and her…