Wilderness

The land here is scarred and wrinkled.

Bisect
Bisect by Amanda Yskamp This image is featured as the cover of Abandon Journal, issue…
Reconnaissance

another self emerges between assignments, to follow the dog into winter dusk and watch the snow fall. Not sociable, but perceiving

Fallout Shelter

I imagined a cascade of slow death for all / that mattered…

I could, even now, go down to the water

Even from this distance I could go out
the door it would bang shut and crumble

Behind This Fence in Future Tense

My new neighbor is making a violin from a cigar box. He got the cigar box from a guard. The guard, presumably, got it from outside the Fence.

Aging Punks

Every so often, they add a tattoo
in honor of some long-forgotten love.

Sisters of the Divine Apparatus

The day does not conclude with the gentle exhale of the earth, but with Mother Superior flipping the hourglass over, again.

Lavandula

Listen to me: I know
the winter gloom in
mid-summer…

Investigation of the Spectacle

Our mission is not a drunken pub-crawl, per se, but examination of all possibilities…

Submission

Directly after the arrival of the Armada, this model made sense, as the gap between Unthulanian and Human cultures prevented a commensurable exchange of practices…

Laika Came Home

When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.

Forest Walk on a Friday

Every time I come to the forest, it’s different, but so am I.

The Kotel in Jerusalem is Filled with Cracks

We found in his suitcase T-shirts, his siddur, gifts he bought for his grandchildren…

Finding My Fix

I slumped in front of a massive desk, a passive patient corroded with failure and dread.

Caricature of B. Lovely

I point my camera towards B. Lovely and she is sitting on the curb.

things they won’t tell you but should:

love is a soggy tea stain on a grocery receipt

The River

I myself should never have been born

Landscape with Ash

You are strange, my mother said, dwelling on the past.

First Boyfriend

I run with a pack of older boys from our neighborhood, the only girl.