12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice


on the beach ringed all around by treasureshucked molluscs, kelp pearlsit looked like a dragonit felt like methe other flotsam in the sand i asked if it was lonelyit said, … Continue reading

February 5, 2021 · Leave a comment


you washed your face too oftenin flume of anguishof things pastin all things not yours to font nor welter you finally smoked all the tomorrowsdown to the plucked nubofmypatience featherless, … Continue reading

December 27, 2020 · Leave a comment

the sea of no

we are drowningin our sea of notreading it’s thick liquid a thousand thousand noper cubic metrethey fractal like alveoli in the place of our lungs steady drip off our lips:no … Continue reading

November 24, 2020 · 1 Comment

With Love from the Cat

He saidinky black10 weeksit’s 2014the departure point you think it’s tough nowand so I’m here for youunder the bridge, where all folded things are foundpoetrynettlesa small black kitten the year … Continue reading

October 12, 2020 · 2 Comments

The Pomegranate

one can pinpoint precisely the fruit when it’s about to fall, ready, and she wasn’t he saw her, out of reach a pomegranate, coloured in light and he reeled in … Continue reading

October 7, 2020 · Leave a comment


I could feel October coming toward me like a train like a brindled hound I feel October’s tiredness settling like crows in my bones October comes around to hurt my … Continue reading

October 4, 2020 · 4 Comments

these things are earned

you can partially open your book of time you can regale, recount but you cannot make anyone hear the in between stories of you you can embrace and inhale the … Continue reading

May 21, 2020 · Leave a comment


my eyes these months have been an unseasonable desert cried out, cried out into blooms voluptuous waves of bioluminescence “dive right in,” they say, “you’re still young you should know … Continue reading

May 21, 2020 · 2 Comments

Tawûsê Melek

lush coated ohs and eyes as he stalks by on eggshells crushed under the weight of pride I wake in the night still convinced I hear his whisper of ax … Continue reading

May 4, 2020 · Leave a comment

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