slouch.

ever have someone tell you to stand up straight? look you in the eye when they're talking?

poetry

2:34 AM on a Tuesday

who feels gypped after a drunk fuck? only the guy in the next apartment over listening to it through the walls while he can’t sleep. up worrying about every little problem that ever flashed across his path because he can’t grip it in his hands. squeeze those problems around the neck until the head just […]

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One-Night Stands, Three-Day Benders, and the Occasional Violent Assault: The paul harrison Interview

WIN a signed copy of paul harrison’s meet me at gethsemane (mulla mulla press, 2011)! To enter the drawing, leave one (1) comment at the end of this blogpost feature. Comment must include a poem–your own poem or any poem you like–and your name. Bots are not eligible. Deadline: Thursday, March 17, 2011, 11:59 PM, […]

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From “The Apiary”

Where is their hive and why did you settle for mechanized translation back and forth as intentional language. There is something to two bodies in a room, working in parallel. We were no less careful than I have been with anyone else (and I have been with…) The desire to be born works its way back and spills over the rim of the condom. If through carelessness I could remake you.

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