Tourists
You tend to keep up fake appearances before people you love – until, all at once, something strikes and you speak or shout like nobody is there. You might suppose this would be more insolent than anything else.
JAKE
Three Poems on the Angel Gabriel
A poetry triptych
Tuesday is the New Monday.
I must ask you to bear with us while the changes settle into place, I appreciate that this may take some time.
my father votes in favor of capital punishment
and it gives me hope
i realized i forgot to say i love you
didn’t know i could love you. if / words were meant to elaborate on
My Week of Seven Senses
All we humans have “conditions” to bear. Circumstances to survive. Though I’ll grant you, mine may be one of the weirdest.
Dickless
I want to point out trans men exist.