Oct 03
Cornell I found a broken bird on the bed but thought, That’s someone’s daughter. There were bottles and glasses and cans, a bong, the room in utter disarray, as the sheets were, blood smeared, scrunched or ripped in places. The bird could have been my sister, could have been yours. Frail and wounded. Her ear …
Jul 06
The Dogs Were Good (Again) As if they had a choice, chained to the backyard fence, whimpering in the freeze like the weaklings you said they’d be. I threw some dry ham bones and snouted one, remembering to laugh as you’d said to. None of them ever barked, which made me wonder what good they …
Jul 02
An Abundance of Riches “Iran Launches Retaliatory Strikes on U.S. Sites” 6/23/2025 They are dropping bombs again because pre-school and patriarchy never ends, though the world just might this time. I used to worry about that, about so much that it made me anxious or depressed to the point I’d only talk to my …
