Growing Pains

By this time your skin has gotten rougher and you’re trying to swallow back that bitter taste in your mouth. Maybe now the ceases around closed fists have deepened, from all the times you’ve held on a...


The Burbs

We exist in dimly lit suburban rooms Antiques with minuet dust collection Windows that reflect back the life within Smatterings of push pinholes in walls Testaments to the images of idols Tacked to th...