it was always easier, than this. I could write a thousand odes to each, gooey and warm and tepid, all tasting of passivity and cacophonous monotony, interchangeable. (the people, not nearly so, as varied and with intent such as they are) but the language of my memory has been mimicry. mirrored media, creation tainted by … Continue reading ‘Loverboy’

‘The Garrison’

The bones of the boxes on your mantle speak of whispers, interlocked fingers, unlock the back door and let the light in, promises made unwilling to take back. I twist syrupy threads of conviction that stem from the gaps between my teeth, sopping sterilized scripts unable to find purchase amongst the crystallized proclamations of partnership … Continue reading ‘The Garrison’