Dreamscapes with Elvis
Last night Elvis / was again in my mother's dream.
Poetry
Three Sleeping Steeples
A Prose Poetry Triptych
The Week After I Graduated in No Specific Order
I’m not picky.
Humans Remain
I care for the crematorium inside me. The British Museum drains 6,000 carnages Female dancer figure (hula position?) made of wood, pearl-shell, teeth (human?), hair.
Pigeon wearing meth-filled backpack busted at B.C. prison
source: https://globalnews.ca/news/9393581/pigeon-backpack-meth-bc-prison-grounds/
My Rug
If my rug were a house it would have good bones, right?
Melrose
I signed a one-year lease fifteen years ago, / but 3,497 auditions later, I’m still here.