First Drafts: Californian Anxieties #1

there is a nagging hope an itch at the back of your throat it makes you pace. makes you stare blankly at the pile of morning dishes stacked on the kitchen counter, yellow yolk from half-eaten sunnysides already dried crisp. you see all the things that need your attention; a brief few minutes of your […]

Birthday Poem (Two Days Late)

It’s time to admit that I am Billy Pilgrim. I feel time is everywhere and nowhere at once. There’s only the immersion Of joy And staring pain and fear, eye-to-eye, on A daily basis. And it never goes away, no matter How much L. Ron’s worshipers tell you to confront it And make it disappear […]

First Drafts: Swan Like

Do we ever celebrate the beauty of a woman’sBack? The rounded, powerful curves of the Shoulder blades? The gentle bumps of herSpine, leading to the softness of the waist, Tapering towards the mystery and trueInspiration? It seems like we pay far more Attention to the curve of a woman’s neck.We say they are swan like, […]

First Drafts: Original Thinking

There is no originality, get that through Your head right now. Your thoughts are Not your own and never have been. Your brain’s six billion years in the making. The clump of electrified flesh floating Around in your skull doesn’t remember Those billions of years, but it feels them, All those shallow steps into the […]

First Drafts: Wishful Thinking About An Imaginary Character

I want Bill Murray to be my step-dad. But not the real Bill Murray, one of the Fake ones. I don’t want the Murray of Mad Dog And Glory, Or Arthur Dent from A Little Shop Of Horrors, Or that cuckold Dr. Raleigh St. Clair. Not even Peter Venkman. (Although he’d be a 24-hour party) […]

First Drafts: Craig’s List Ride Share

We drive from Maryland-to-California in four days. There was no stopping, only blacktop humming under Four mismatched tires. I felt embarrassed as I packed My six over stuffed boxes of sweaters that I’ll probably never Wear and crusty blue jeans that don’t fit anymore into your car. All your belongings seemed to be stuffed into […]

First Drafts: Children Of God

The room is flooded with smoke, the walls stained Nicotine and water spots. No one who lives here Gives a fuck. The ashtrays overflow and the Rayon orange shag Occasionally catches fire. There’s two girls knitting And passing a burnt lightbulb between the two of Them in the living room. No one knows their names […]