• I Love Potatoes!

    I Love Potatoes!

    “We love potatoes. But no one loves potatoes as much as my daughter.” My face used to burn when my mom would make that…

  • Idealism & Pragmatism (& Apathy)

    Idealism & Pragmatism (& Apathy)

    Apathy is the enemy of Idealism, though Idealism has yet to notice. This lucid hatred may be the only thing Apathy cares about. The…

  • what theatre people believe in

    what theatre people believe in

    new perspective, renewal / can’t imagine mere semantics / cool confesses    salt of the earth    pulling the trigger to heaven / everything changed /…

  • Inglis Court

    Inglis Court

    There is a house up for sale on Inglis Court / It has red brick and white windows with black shutters / The carpet…

  • Moon-Drunk

    Moon-Drunk

    I was sitting on my usual armchair facing my therapist, holding a large canvas against my lap. “Should I show it to you now…

  • Night ritual

    Night ritual

    stretched out honeyed wavelengths // flow from the “deep sleep meditation” playlist / through the tangled earbuds / and slowly drip, medicinal, / into…

  • The Devil’s Deal

    The Devil’s Deal

    “Please, Miss? Can you help me?” The girl is quite ill; that much is obvious. Such a little thing—she couldn’t be more than seven…

  • The Other Side of Your Chest

    The Other Side of Your Chest

    I place my head carefully / and a thousand acres of zaatar / descend with me. / Here there’s a reservoir / of soil…

  • The Peephole

    The Peephole

    I can hear the distant sputtering of the generator shutting down through the shabby wooden walls of the outhouse. The hazy yellow beam slowly…

  • Homo scriptor

    Homo scriptor

    Observe! The writer in their natural habitat // cacophonous cafés, claustrophobic bookshelf crevasses, / a modest desk under the waning moon // Don’t disturb…