Bollens Bush
Ash dieback will change the landscape forever and threaten many species which rely on ash. ~ The Woodland Trust 2026 all those endless lengthy walks that led you nowhere and are nothing those long recursive walks you needed those walks you need walks your daylight hours drank away and…
Someday my father will no longer be strong enough
Someday my father will no longer be strong enough to carry in the groceries from the car but it is before his 2015 CR-V is mine to drive that this poem is written as an ode for him & not yet an elegy. My mom has been sitting cross-legged out on the…
I Will Find You in the Piano Keys
And pitted olives and half-moon tides. I used to soften my teeth on you, wet my fingers in your mouth. Now I join your family as we scatter you in the reservoir. When the metal clutches and soft leather carrying your body sank into limestone on the side of the…
Strangers in the Night
We hadn't ventured out to the movies since before the pandemic. It was like emerging from hibernation only to enter some darker cave. In the theater, she sat on my right. I decided to go for popcorn to sanctify an ancient movie-going ritual. There was a long line for snacks,…
Eunoia Review
Eunoia Review
Eunoia Review
Eunoia Review
How a Date Turned into a Five Finger Fillet
Look, I'm not saying it started as a game but you know how sometimes you're sitting across from someone at dinner and the conversation runs dry, so you start doing stupid things just to keep the night interesting. You put your heart on the table like it…
Parasite
Missed. Worms only appear when lavender blooms. Apples do not rot if you keep lust hidden, protected from sight or smell. The lure starts slowly. Tenth night of no contact— We know when anxiety spikes and how insomnia brews. "I miss you" is a parasite's favorite line. You bring a basket…
flood
During the larval stage of my rebirth, I ingested him passively. Certain relations are decreed by the inviolable will of nature. The way our mouths crave sustenance before our tongues have been granted the chance to know it, the same way that trees stretch grotesquely towards the sun. When…
Soundings
The sonographer whose honeyed voice soothes as he inspects, instructs me to poke out my stomach out like I'm three months pregnant, and I who've never been, never will be, pregnant, stretch out my shamefully middle-aged belly to ceiling while he sounds the echoes bouncing back and forth,…
self-portrait as a runaway
in the morning i flee without rousing him goodbye. kneel for a breath before the rise & fall of his ribs, rub my lips into the space between his shoulders so i'm ripe to carry his scent in my mouth. i ride the bus through suburban streets on the verge of their arising.…
Relapse
Imagine this: dreams smeared across the wall, we run back home where our hands lie in piles of shit, defeated by the appeal of belonging. How easily we're fooled into thinking what's familiar is safe, aligning the trajectory of a wife's beaten skull back into orbit with her husband's fist,…
Imagine this: dreams smeared across the wall, we run back home where our hands lie in piles of shit, defeated by the appeal of belonging. How easily we're fooled into thinking what's familiar is safe, aligning the trajectory of a wife's beaten skull back into orbit with her husband's fist, or how whenever bad days hit we crawl our 200-pound belly…eunoiareview.wordpress.com
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Missed. Worms only appear when lavender blooms. Apples do not rot if you keep lust hidden, protected from sight or smell. The lure starts slowly. Tenth night of no contact— We know when anxiety spikes and how insomnia brews. "I miss you" is a parasite's favorite line. You bring a basket to the table and a thousand worms spill out of one apple.
Ash dieback will change the landscape forever and threaten many species which rely on ash. ~ The Woodland Trust 2026 all those endless lengthy walks that led you nowhere and are nothing those long recursive walks you needed those walks you need walks your daylight hours drank away and twilight hours too in search of secret names for your mother nature…
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And pitted olives and half-moon tides. I used to soften my teeth on you, wet my fingers in your mouth. Now I join your family as we scatter you in the reservoir. When the metal clutches and soft leather carrying your body sank into limestone on the side of the highway and the paramedics arrived four minutes too late and took you away with no sirens, one headlight still waxed dull against the rock.
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Someday my father will no longer be strong enough to carry in the groceries from the car but it is before his 2015 CR-V is mine to drive that this poem is written as an ode for him & not yet an elegy. My mom has been sitting cross-legged out on the porch for thirty minutes & everything is damp & bright—California has that way of forgetting the jacaranda is still exhaling yesterday's rain.
We hadn't ventured out to the movies since before the pandemic. It was like emerging from hibernation only to enter some darker cave. In the theater, she sat on my right. I decided to go for popcorn to sanctify an ancient movie-going ritual. There was a long line for snacks, like sheep waiting to get fleeced. The movie had already started…
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During the larval stage of my rebirth, I ingested him passively. Certain relations are decreed by the inviolable will of nature. The way our mouths crave sustenance before our tongues have been granted the chance to know it, the same way that trees stretch grotesquely towards the sun. When he stepped on the podium and began to speak, my mind ignited.
The sonographer whose honeyed voice soothes as he inspects, instructs me to poke out my stomach out like I'm three months pregnant, and I who've never been, never will be, pregnant, stretch out my shamefully middle-aged belly to ceiling while he sounds the echoes bouncing back and forth, back and forth within this space where babies will not grow but guts…
Look, I'm not saying it started as a game but you know how sometimes you're sitting across from someone at dinner and the conversation runs dry, so you start doing stupid things just to keep the night interesting. You put your heart on the table like it was nothing special, order another drink, say you like dangerous games. I say let's play Five Finger Fillet,
in the morning i flee without rousing him goodbye. kneel for a breath before the rise & fall of his ribs, rub my lips into the space between his shoulders so i'm ripe to carry his scent in my mouth. i ride the bus through suburban streets on the verge of their arising. the unsparing light strips everything bare, vice laid up on the slaughter table, shame hung by its feet…
