80 heartbeats per minute turns
to over 100
The gurney squeaks and rumbles.
The hallway reeks of expired sterility.
OCTOBER 2013
Violet smiled as she opened her eyes. “You know, in French, the slang for orgasm is ‘la petite mort’…
Sometimes the bottles are fat,
little orange trashcans
The buzz of the phone at 12 a.m. the girls are looking for a ride and for someone to get away from reality with
Some poets must want to bend English the same way that Robert Frost’s poem bends birches. But it doesn’t matter if English…
Her fingers were blue but her nails were red. Claret, actually. That’s what the bottle said. Her fingers were just blue though. It…
On days like this I smell distinctly of death:
MUSHROOMS
All the men in Loretta’s life are explosive, and it’s begun to frighten her.
A poet who states his profession