poetry
ME TODAY Primary category in which blog post is published
Standing in front of the glass my image was reflected back
Emily’s red dress overlaying my jeans and T-shirt, my short neck where her slender one would be.
On Translating al-mu‘allaqāt, The Hanging Poems
"Endless night, won't you clear off/with the coming dawn?"
The Ambien Diaries
The first thing I always notice, after the mild cottonmouth that serves as the universal announcement of a chemical taking effect on the body, is that I’m not alone.