Tag Archives: love

New Book, “Fauxster” Coming Out This Spring

This book will be released through Createspace, the sequel to The Sophomore Year Experience. It will be released some time in March and contains poems such as “To Love From Afar,” “Why I Don’t Date Privileged People,” “Queer Selfishness,” and “For … Continue reading

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JAS

We fell, when fall became evening dew and sweaters, sipping your mother’s tea to R&B inside. School became an afterthought for our nights, balancing bottles of beer on our knees as I type out essays on crossed legs on your … Continue reading

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REBIRTH

The Great Wave off Kanagawa Katsushika Hokusai color woodblock, 1892-32 I wanted you to take me Simultaneously, as you destroyed me When we awoke, I, the boat, lay splintered on the beach. While you, the foam, caressed me gingerly. crush … Continue reading

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QUEER SELFISHNESS

Picture by Linzi on flickr.com. We had a selfish six weeks together. I wanted you to strip, to corrupt yourself before me, “tell me your darkest fears and mistakes” and muddy the facades I thought you had while clutching onto … Continue reading

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WHAT I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THE MAN WORKING IN MY OFFICE, ON THE THIRD FLOOR

typing up thank you letters and removing commas, I sneak glances of him in the conference room at lunch, smoked ham and quinoa? — or out the window when he smokes, pensive expression facing the supermarket — and entertain thoughts … Continue reading

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Lethargic Adulthood

There is a rush in my bones to do something. I want to kick up the dust of Nowhere, Kansas. I want to pick a handsome stranger out from a bar and run at full speed until we both collapse … Continue reading

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AFTERMATH

Last Conversation:  what good is “I love you” if you won’t stand for me? figures on a playground, chalk from old games, salted with rain. my fingers tremble to draw these lines over cracks and vivid red paint. skidded tires … Continue reading

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