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Poetry


The graduation ceremony
had to end early, the chancellor
left with guards. Students
held signs in black gowns, saying,
“You can’t kill us all.”
How do we live up to that?

Inaudible, the sound of choice
midst human traffic.

These … more »


Don’t betray me,
his brow suggests
behind a covering.

I offer him a beer
as reconciliation,
which he refuses
in the presence of
cops. It’s not illegal
to drink publicly here,
I should mention.

I have sketched out
a park … more »

““According to Chekhov,” Tamaru said, rising from his chair, “once a gun appears in a story, it has to be fired.””
– Haruki Murakami

Some will stutter, sorry and strange,
Some will smile, weird and wicked.
A gun’s greeting will … more »

It was a day that hammered wrought iron
into our lungs, having gashed our breath
into rapid gasps. We rested cross-legged
on the footpath, watching the cold light
that ebbed from the store engulf us
like shipwrecks. Before us, the … more »

A blue jay pulls his screech
across thresholds of
dawn, tripping me awake.

Somewhere, someone else will
stumble into a room built by
the inevitable, lit with sconces.

My routine gropes for its habits:
ablutions, blinds withdrawn
praise for green … more »