September

September inglorious simple daze of dimming and nights of after thought sweaters or an out of shape jacket…

Peak Watts

I have a subversive subwoofer that riffs the bottom end of my heartbeat a metronome mimic cartooning a…

Yelp

I smile When thinking I’ve run out of laughs Irony being that knee slapper now knew that knee…

Up-On

This is one of those stupid trick poems— a buddy of SNZ gave me six words to poem.…

Nut and Bolt

heart on my sleeve frayed French cuffs links to a self-imposed curfew that you knew needed more than…