PinnedSeth RodriguezIndian SummerHer glazed-over eyes peered at me, lifeless but brimming at the seams with everything that I was not: she had become the brightest light…Sep 21, 2022Sep 21, 2022
Seth RodriguezI Am Not My FatherThe eyes of what you’ll never be stop staring into the pit of the man you inevitably are and ever could be.Sep 20, 2022Sep 20, 2022
Seth RodriguezBillThe floors have all been cleaned up and all their minds are not the same: I think you still remain there.Sep 20, 2022Sep 20, 2022
Seth RodriguezMatryoshka: An Ode to Chornobyl Victims & a Declarative Revolution against Nuclear WarfareMaidenly matryoshkas watch their children burn in hellfire born of the dim, greedy ilk of man.Sep 20, 2022Sep 20, 2022
Seth RodriguezUnder the Veil in our Bedroom Closet, the Noose Tulips HumStruck with my lance and sharp handle You walked out there to die alone today.Sep 20, 2022Sep 20, 2022
Seth RodriguezThe Museum Lied to You about the Bear River Massacre, or, Sensing Great Injustice When Reflecting…They do not want to dethrone themselves — their ancestor’s bones; this land, now ours, holds their rot.Sep 20, 2022Sep 20, 2022