Tag: Poetry


Blue Jays

Tough. (I don’t feel tough though, my tongue is on the gritty floor and covered in dirt anddebris from a weekend of debauchery. I don’t feel anything other than tired.) I’m told the blue jays mate even when they’re dying, as if evolution could not hold a reverent bow for the last breath of an angry bird. Supposedly that attitude was in the contract I signed a year ago, though the … Read More Blue Jays



For all intents and purposes I’m in a nunnery here.  The walls are perfectly seamless, creased at the edges like good walls, the good girls the good cockroaches the good Lord will take it all away When He So Wishes.  Fair enough.