Poem: ‘A Spaghetti That Grows on Trees’"We do not show you the numbers; instead, we fill your bookshelves with famous and should-be-famous women. Look, look, look—we say did you know—and we did not know."
Poem: ‘With Boxes Piled At the Foot Of the Stairs, I Go to See Logan’ by Hanif Abdurraqib"Depending on how you define burial, the ending is unspectacular."
A Poem: ‘All The World Begins With a Yes’You don’t say. Then there’s a man taking another man inside himself ...
Poem: The Lonely Art Of Collecting OlivesWatch to be sated. The brain nests a splintered thought that seeds its own creation ...
Poem: Elegy for a Broken PartI have inherited these feet from the trust fund of fear a garage full of rusting knickknacks stored in a body shop of intent ...
