Category: Present-Day Poems

We aren’t meant to be faultless, to be curated in a world where […]
Strawberry stains speak specifically of decades; slow afternoons when traffic converts into arteries […]
I have swallowed a terrific mouthful of want; as prussian this night stretches […]
A painter without a brush is a memory of the body still hidden […]
This being human is equivalent to dusk; mad orange dancing on burnished metal […]
It’s nerve-racking. This constant push and pull where we desperately want things to […]