• Sisyphus Cannot Smile All the Time

    Sisyphus Cannot Smile All the Time

    There are days I kiss my boulder and leave bloody prints of my love on it. The boulder is rough, but my lips are…

  • Putrid Smoke

    Putrid Smoke

    the sky’s the colour of canned salmon  when i see that you’ve posted a poem  for the first time since our last text exchange…

  • Buenos Aires Blues

    Buenos Aires Blues

    Translations to best understand the poem: Diarios = newspapers Revistas = magazines Boliches = little kiosks that sell food the airport kiosk has lied…

  • The Prayer of a Sinner

    The Prayer of a Sinner

    Oh my god,  Forgive the blood on my hands,  Forgive the blood on my lips.  I am tainted—oh my god, I didn’t write “God”…

  • Ancestral Song

    Ancestral Song

    I am not happy in this church  My mother prays for a miracle  Day by day with the same mundane cry  As her voice…

  • Please Hold

    Please Hold

    please press ‘0’ if you wish to speak to an underpaid clerk  who is studying philosophy part time please be careful please have a…

  • Battleground

    Battleground

    We are torn and ripped apart until all that’s left is husk and shell on the floor of existence the memories of what we…

  • Spring

    Spring

    A tear trickles down a glacier, Growing the grass and my hope. I fell in love with spring When it melted bitterness and frost,…

  • Roommate

    Roommate

    The ethereal tenant Is surprisingly friendly, Opening doors and windows When they find it too warm In the middle of January; Making sure I…