* Breasts spilling out into the street like hail! The clouds leave me alone in the morning, long enough to let me burrow deep into your bellybutton. We go for days without talking. You can’t walk by me without grunting. Your tube tops make me feel lonely. My feet spilling out into your bathtub like [...]
wtf pwm is a new online literature magazine that (will publish) publishes fiction, poetry, and “experimental literature”. Their first issue goes live this coming Monday—if you pay attention to the jpeg above you’ll see that my name is listed under the heading, “featuring new work from”. They are publishing one of my poems and if [...]
I am chatting with Keith Birthday right now. I am chatting with Keith. Keith is in Siberia. This is the view out of Keith’s window in Siberia. I know Keith from Philadelphia. We met and played in each other’s bands, and now we are far away from Philadelphia. Keith was and is always much better [...]
