Cheap Slut: A Self-Reflection

On many winter afternoons in San Diego, the air was crisp and the wind was blasting. I was lucky I had…

Pretzel Dreamscape

As I regain consciousness, I become aware of two important facts. First, the floor I’m lying on is swaying. Second, there are…

And When It Rang

It was a Sunday 
The sun peered in
A mother and daughter laughed through each other’s words
I was barely awake
When the telephone rang

july 4th.

i remember every time we said goodbye.

Gates of Ivory

In the land where we meet,
Under countless misty skies,
Where I have buried my heart
For your safekeeping,

Where you emerge in your half forgotten glory
And seldom remembered night,
The rubble of…

Sonnet 4

A slip of a word from the tip of my
Tongue, accursed cursings brewing in the
Depths of my mind. A hole on the page. Fie!
That I am gripped by an essential uh.
Delving between trees of leaves for words mine
Malformed Hound dwells and checks and draws a blank
And at once runs heel, and heads the fox off line…

san diego summers

sun breaks through
the early morning gray,
streaking down upon them.
their sweat pools
and sinks into
heavy faux furs,
spandex and neon wigs.
body paints struggle to stay
without washing away onto
huddled heaving bodies
littering the streets.
an ocean of colors
flows and crashes freely
from gas…