the wrong questions
there was an article in the times this morning (yes, the new york times — if you’re reading anything written or recorded in the united kingdom, you’re doing it wrong and i’m absolutely serious about that) bemoaning the fact that the person responsible for a recent mass-shooting was able to purchase an assault rifle despite having been mentally-unstable to the point of intervention recently in high school. and that is…
sensations
(a poem about hypersensitivity) no darkness consumes the soullike the black of panicflowing through the veinsand stealing every last drop of energyto create a lightning bolt of passionate self-loathingto suck the lifefrom not just this momentbut each instant to comeas an electrical storm within the spiritfocused on the lightning rod of the passing secondsexterminating themwith the shallowest of breathsand stealing the future from between my fingersthat taste of nothing but…
choice
(a poem about abortion and the idiocy that is sweeping the western world at the moment.) oncewhen we were strongthey came for usand drove wedges in places they did not belongpenetrated our ranks with divisiontore us apartuntil we had learned to eat each othercannibalize our neighbors’ childrenin times of continuous warcompetition overriding our hopeinsatiable lust drinking our enemies’ blooduntil a sisterhood was no more thandisparate similaritiesplagued by lines of fractureand…
not-quite-virgin birth
with all the talk lately about the death of language — at least, the death of language as we know it — because nobody on the internet knows how to use english properly anymore, i thought it might be good to see the other side of that coin. the internet is where new language is born every day. but just because silly new words are being created by the makers…
