I Guess We Miss Her & Ante, Inter, Deinde
I Guess We Miss Her I guess we miss her; she doesAnd she does,...
sun lore & flux
sun lore i dreamt the sun was dripping / blood / colors of the...
The Mind Block & The Dissociative American Dream
The Mind Block There are parts of me I have not buried because everything...
Salt Margins, Refugee, & Night Swim
Salt Margins The doorway is filling with purple moths.They come out of the forestlike...
News
whenever I walk through the streets of my cityI’m reminded that we do not...
Family Tree
Slowly, sickly, our tongues turnto yellow leaves.Like an unclean face, wrinkledthere were hundreds of...
your father calls you 小王子
so you tie the passing gulls to your wristand let them pull you into...
this flower of guilt
is a thorn-ripped hole, at first, dad your absencea blood-pooled maw where i throw...
Emily as the Tree Line’s Highest Leaf
Fuck gravity.I just want to watch herdefy the tides. Darren C. Demaree is the...
Excuse Me
as I tip into this room of paneled windowsand hushed esteem, sidle silent into...