Sugar rush (a poem)

Red Vines and Pocky are quite the combination… You are too far away for me to see your sideways glance My studied pulse cannot impress you from this distance In my lackadaisy I cannot see you as I collect relics and rumors from among the ruins I have scattered about me Reflect in incandescence Dissolve [...]

Seattle, c. 2018 (a poem)

Because this is what the Seattle area smells like now… Rank and rusty deep and dusky moldy and musky a sweet, and slightly rancid, aroma lines the street on my way home Soon I’m thinking up words like snugglewurtz and thrumblebummy to accompany phenomena that will someday be discovered in my name despite my never [...]