Exquisite Corpse

bloodletting & miraculous cures behind the scenes at the museum alone of all her sex paris was a woman loitering with intent t...

It’s awkward being in love with a bear  First off, what can you say to the parents?  You can say, “He’s dedicated to work  ’Cause,...

HEY! is the new hi rooibos the new chai gluten is the new egg yolk fake’s the newest fur kimchi the new taco and gambling new tob...

Marianne had been having another spell where she could not stop talking about what life would have been like in the city. She was layin...

Behind you, a stranger waits in the shadows. Not with a knife in hand, not with oiled whispers, nor with a trenchcoat lined with knockoff...

Skip, Momma Pony’s name is Pounce Kitten’s name is Clop Daddy, he cuts heads off In the barbershop. Sister likes the breast Broth...

Baby’s softly sleeping Momma ’ s fast awake This time she hears the Devil Cross the lonesome lake. Momma clutches Baby Cold in ever...

Momma’s got a leopard lighter Fingernails of scarlet red Daddy: he’s gone missing I wonder if he's dead . . .   Cuz I read Dadd...

They say there’s forty words for snow. None, though for thirty-seven point nine degrees of Celsius. The flip-flop of doubt as sandals m...

(to the tune of The House of the Rising Sun) Warren ran down barefoot Ginny knelt and gave me tea And pulled the rusty cat away From th...

While disease had come to live at Lowood      Death its frequent visitor While gloom within the passages      Steamed with...

Red as wagons As Nana’s box that Squirrel came in As fat wax candles and first nail polish As stripes on ribbons in typing class As fili...

For bescarved doctors who In those nights of topaz Watched an eagle land up On the moon Now greyed knickerknackers They’re hobbling ...

I am a poem, but I’m not gonna hurt you. (See how I'm not beginning with any weird fogs On little cat feet Or Tyger-Tygers, burnin...

Some domesticated beasts have wild descendants whom we've forced to make their own ways in the world. In Montmartre cemetery, feral ca...

A horse spoke to me on the St. Clair West streetcar A miniature horse on a grey winter day I reached down to pat it as it lay sleeping ...

In Perl, % is the sigil for hashes. Perl, language of debutantes in long oyster satin gloves. Not spoken, but drawn through the dust keepi...

jane is jane what were the parents thinking the rain falls on the plain the solid and unblinking ann is an article indefinite a suitc...

An overture. An orange peel. The ocean’s opalescent eels. The onerous drains. Auteurial games. The au courant says au revoir when, au dé...

The furious forest fire fought, those flaming fires almost won, the fair of heart fast flung the art the faded fortress walls were hung –...