A Frame

Bourbon Street clanged like a Christmas tree on a train He never blinked. I’m going to build you an A-Frame, he said I built an instant dream on a stranger’s tweaker stare wider than the sky He’d taken enough of something to wish away convention I swam in it too....

We live in a desert

Trying not to worship the Sun Water eludes capture, leaks and drains where it can before drying up and giving itself over to air Underneath it, the earth’s crust bakes October and it’s still too hot. Here comes you A perfect storm, swollen earth soaked with and...
Poem – Vertigo

Poem – Vertigo

Vertigo Frisco in the light of day Painted ghosts Faces half-lit through windows and necklaces, You trailed after an invisible beauty who only looked that way when you looked for me. Your shadow freed the light. A slow moving butterfly, wings trapped in honey You need...

Poem Tuesday – Almost There

Almost There by Timothy Liu Hard to imagine getting anywhere near another semi- nude encounter down this concrete slab of interstate, the two of us all thumbs— white-throated swifts mating mid-flight instead of buckets of crispy wings thrown down hoi polloi— an army...