Photograph by Mike Gutkin

The Arbor Hollows

So what, leaves scurry across Madison Square Park’s stoned paths. Unbending characters as they fall through the air. Too dead already to leave a cicatrice upon their wombs, They find themselves again alive in the afterlife Giving voice to loneliness. And the wind itself, which kindly aborts leaves Before their deciduous infects the trees, Maintaining its cyclic taunting, As does[…]

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Timeless Dissent

Sanity cannot have meaning       not as subject, nor as experience. Insanity, at least, secured better references       along the course of history. Gender, as subject matter, fed the monster       of revolt by making logic out of nothing. If not geometric, our love stories belie reality. And since angles exist in matter,       love must have form and thus equation. Cracked open, love[…]

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Painting by Randall Paul O'Rourke

Mutual Muses

  Wrapped in outdated expectations. The aftershock of having let someone crawl up Inside your brain to nest with charm. And in there, suckle at your ravishing blackness. In the scheme of bygones, We’ve let charity equal sacrifice And become the changeling children of the asexual. The deadlines for forgetting continually pave our paths with ruthlessness. For those loves still[…]

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