Mollify

The shadows move in their pre-dawn mirage. Birdsong haunts the lukewarm streetlight like a black comedy. This hoop is a … More

A Poet Books Doth Not Make

Why does a poet need to write a bookif their soul cannot be tethered to a hook?The scene is insular … More

Cutting Corners is my new interview series, and my first guest is Cody Sexton of Anxiety Press. He is the … More

I have rarely won anything in my life. The last thing I won was a raffle at an open mic … More

With Bambi eyes all aflutter, I drink from the well of men. A paper lantern hangs from every bloody coat … More

Smoke-coloured little animal, gleaming in the light of the lamp with its lampshade. Naked! Naked! Rivulets of rain were creeping … More

First of all, you have to ask yourself why you do this. Many cannot seem to envision doing this for … More

“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”—King Lear The sponge of … More

Yesterday afternoon, I received word that I did not place in a poetry competition. Not only that, but there was … More