I want to fuck you lonesome. I want to teethe rocks and spit gravel. I want to suffuse you with irony. I want the world to open with your...

Sitting there making it all about him Pretending that this earth isn’t hollow Superficial sorrowful pleasures manufacturing peace How...

I drive south down Highway 23 to work – seventy miles away – and at the forty mile mark, ice-caked roads give way to clear. Snow-flocked...

It’s a week into the start of a new semester and my brain is muddled. Somehow, I’ve been teaching on my community college campus for...