Words are one way in which we can create bridges toward each other and create these alphabetical band-aids to make us feel as though, okay I can get through this hour, I can get through this day…Language is going to save us, in every way.”
Pixie Dust
Powerful alternating currents of nouveau-dada mayhem and soul-bearing introspective confessional lyricism that accomplish an uneasy balance and offer up a richly performative tapestry.
David Lawton, Aimee Herman and Eric Alter deliver the goods with raw underground stage energy and chaotic power.
Thank you to South Broadway Press
I’m sorry for my mess, I said, an apology with a footnote, of which the dissertation is still being written.
how to love an onion
I knew it was over by the way she started to kiss me. She used to treat my mouth like a rest stop. She’d park her tongue between my lips for hours. Seizure it around, clean my teeth, zigzag from cheek to cheek, waterslide down my throat. Her kisses were like a season pass to Great Adventure.
procedure in three parts
On the day my breasts were removed, the sun hitchhiked up the sky.