I remember The last time I weeped A young boy curled In his bed Wishing that he could not cry. That he was  As hard as stone Unmoved by water Stronger than human That boy beat his hands And his head against the wall Growing and breaking Breaking and growing Thick bones Deep calluses Until … Continue reading Unrelenting walls →

I own several watches now, various brands that seem to spark joy whenever I look at them [1]. Everything from the G-Shock 6200 BB-JN to the Seiko 5 21-Jewel 7S26C that my father gave me [2]. They each fulfill various functions that fulfill various needs [3]. I find myself glancing and holding appreciation for each … Continue reading Collecting watches as a hobby or how to reflect that nothing important has happened to your life. →

I have loved before And I have lost enough To believe I will never love again If I ever love Again My love Will make all other loves Completely. Unforgivably. Insignificant.

Beware monsters Floating below my bed Doggo is guarding Guarding with her sleepy head Also she just snored and woke herself up.

Calmly nights Someone else's whisper La llorona I miss you But nothing Reminds you of me Internal cacophony Broken ribs The taste of iron The river Has no regard For unruly haikus

As it turns out, humans are incredibly lazy [1], we do everything we can to do less. We are neither poetic nor interesting. I realized this after decrying that the last 29 years of my life I have been secretly hoping for a sweet but public death. Twenty days ago, a boy named Chandler had … Continue reading why we slouch →

Jesus Christ Sherman was not a person or a thing, it was a place, a incredulously specific place. Today, a generally-agreeable man named Sandy woke up and found that one of his boots had changed colors. “Jesus, what's happening here.” He remarks. His tone of voice is understandably confused, but also somehow-immediately-accepting. “Boot changed color. … Continue reading Jesus Christ Sherman →

one galaxy separated by a pedal unending neon

I met Harold, rather, I saw him at the bus stop. At first I deduced that he must have been a student, but then realized he had a badge similar to mine - realistically for a complex similar to mine. We had both been frequenters of the 7:05 out of town. A quiet but graceful … Continue reading The Chicken Man →

A moving castle, green on the outside. Pans, watches, passports. Fabricated playlists on repeat. He hasn't cooked dinner in weeks - takeout, delivery, food trucks. Still no paycheck, still buys needlessly. It's still pretty good; the Lebowski buys for nothing