Whatever draft-dodgers pamphlet I was given Never touched me with its luck. On a day where the sky seemed the limit, with its blue fields...

Words are not meant to run, But to be seen in motion, Always winning the race. You pictured it would win, As it told you it would. Your...

My brother look just like me. Curly hair twisted round stems Sensing seductive smoldering of taste. Made that tabasco baked batter, While...

This is a letter to Aidan Blossoming from the outside in, As a star implodes on itself Presenting only a black hole Of loss filled with...

Pink and orange strokes shimmering off a Virginia backyard, Like the fruits of Jamaica pinned to the sky. A Toucan pinata, piranha to my...

By Kaelan Brown There’s friction between the lines. Light poles trail beside me. Through glass I see the rhythm, fingers snap to signal...