Prose & Poetry

chicken, chicken! let’s go chicken every time i eat it, the damn plot thickens i write […]

Mirror Mirror On The Wall Why must you be so candid, so cruel? Why can’t you

Eater’s friends did not address her by her real name, Geethanjali, anymore because she was an

There’s something to be said for a love you can’t attain.  I was going to say

heartbreak deserves appreciation bear in mind uncertainty will always sting as if scrounging through a hive

Rip the skin right off my palms, make me worship you. Oh honey I would hand

I learned to circulate car air on rural Georgia backroads or dead raccoon like shaved rubber