Commercial Break

Commercial Break a poem for Brandon Teena when i was 5 i knew i wanted to grow up to be a madman a wild eyed reflection of white crazy hair where we all drive behind time jumping wheels requiring 1.21 gigawatts to get us anywhere but by the age of 10 i’d learned...

Fuck The Notebook

Fuck "The Notebook" an essay about Hollywood love We’ve all had moments made of Crazy Stupid Love or passion or infatuation or lust or obsession or what we’ve cleverly deemed as crushes. Those hazy days filled with butterflies and desire, when it’s...

Hello… I Love You

Hello... I Love You a poem for human beings an average conversation with a stranger: “hello. I Love You.” and I’ve got nothing else to offer but cracked ribs caged by the display of my stain-glass smile fragile but full of faith this is Me a Poet...

My Name is They

My Name is They a poem about my Gender When we talk We all speak in gender Fluent from the tongue Are the soft pinks of She’s And the militant blues of His Pronouns never had a choice My voice is a sir Bigger than my courage will ever give me credit for But I...

You Did NOT Die Today

You Did NOT Die Today some words for David Bowie It’s after midnight now. On January 11th, 2016. You did not die today. And I feel like a total weirdo. Sitting here by myself sobbing uncontrollably over you. Over someone I do not know. And then, “Lazarus” comes...