I didn’t think she’d talk so long our connection, the length of a car charger but elongated by age and surprising similarity. doubtful anything would come, I almost did not listen. Our connection, the length of a car charger kept the wires from crossing, the brevity of what we formerly knew. doubtful I almost did not listen, but every time I reached for my phone I heard my words in her voice. The brevity of what we formerly knew,

I am seated at the Unicut, settled in the red pleather captain's chair. My glasses have been removed. My body and clothes have disappeared under a generic black smock. I am just a head now, in a foreign country where I don’t speak but still need. …

The air slaps the flag like footsteps and I hallucinate that I’m walking away. Running my hands through my hair to find parasites there. Watching my family fall in love with each other at dusk then the world reintroduces itself through the hills of Locust Dale. All the selves posing…

“But you would pretend if it got too unsafe, wouldn’t you?” it’s not questioning, it’s begging and it’s love but it’s troubling first how she doesn’t seem to notice how judicious i am with my words has always been hiding in plain sight how i have trained myself not to…

Anguish is a Payne’s grey waffle. Every concave pockmark puddled with loss overflowing with something deeper than can be dismissed longing to be eaten but never even to be kissed. I wish I could learn from anguish, but it burns me, third degree. I can’t even heal it until I can look to see what skin has fallen away fully dead cleaning the morgue inside of my head.

A fading teal green low ceiling faces a wide window. And I wish it was a mirror, not to see myself, but to open up the space. You can’t legislate morality so you have to do the unfathomable and believe there are other believers. Coming together and breaking apart, so…

When children want to know something, love is in the room. Learning is a response to what they sense. For me there was never pain from fire so I sense no danger and intermingle that with some centennial sense. Oh yes, there is knowing in me, not age, that unites…

The directness of writing can make it very torturous. A vague desire for goodness is constantly shattering my own trust in my work. There is an extremely valuable challenge in mitigating the voices inside of my head. As a playwright, the multiplicity of perspectives I have held in my work…

Overwhelming everything the newest candidate for life-long love idiosyncrasies affectionately recalled as the base of attraction rigorous and diligent love, it is not held to a flame it is phosphorous incenerating skin in an instant; only a Phoenix survives. So what scale ensures a lasting love? It is bigger than any grid heightening the experience is not thought though we start simply with unifying an area