Spotlight [Poem revision]

Our hums collect, sour-smelling like dripping limes under dull a orb in the static sky. Shadows remind me of something sweet, puddles in your bed that felt the static cling to mingle with sweat, impatience and cool sucking lips. We become burning cinders, darting cherry bulbs that smolder. Lick a deadly smoking gun, the match […]

The Dead Winter

“What the heck? It’s the dead of winter and the sun is still shining!” -small girl outside the Waterloo Public Library I came to the library today and realized that I am in charge of my own blues. I miss college so much it has almost made me ill! I have failed to realize up […]