JAKE

My City Beats Your City Every Day

Gary’s a city, too, and all due respect to the city of Gary and its residents, but Gary thanks God for my city.

Bullshit

I’m not exactly a courteous person.

3 nDada Poems

A visual poetry triptych

Something Walking Miraculous

A hundred rows of variously shaped rabbits and birds in cages. Some have purple mohawks and curled talons.

Eat me (or take a bite)

(I disgust myself)

Your Freedom, an Attempt

There was one issue, and it was that you were completely normal.  So Levi Hampton had to improvise.

Tragedy among the Peaches

I no longer understand the language of birds,