Mold

There are multiple points of entry into a memory: sound, sight, taste, touch, smell. I will tell you one thing: I walked in and it smelled like a vitamin shake. There were circles everywhere. We grew them, walked them, ate them, used them as chairs. The imperfect circle is the dominant shape of this memory. […]

Stargirl

Text: It is a party glossed with boas and no flash and toasting to fill up space with sounds of glass you sneak clinks hear hear magic is pouring from a dark bottomless pitcher of anything can happen When the girl in the skirt asks if you have anything for cramps you give her your […]

July

Doorway eyes. A bell tower. Red green fusion. From twigs to trees. Regard a gaggle of children one table over. Bottle cap off. Bones discarded. Under a ceiling fan buzzing. A bond. A build up. That same trash can. Height unlocking. Heat flirting with ice. All the different angels of a face. A moth. Purchase […]