Writing

Kick Drum

I always run up the stairs at my parents’ house on all fours. Even today. For starters, it’s covered in blue carpet that invites squeezing, which is one of several things I am able to do with my hands. And, because you’re probably now wondering, other hand skills include playing guitar, coarsely tearing sensitive documents… Continue reading Kick Drum

Somerville Classified Listings: Ogre’s Pocket for Rent (2 Rotisserie Bison or Best Offer)

Published by Out of Stock | City rents are bloated. It’s shameful as hell. Why not sign a lease for this ogre’s lapel? Come live in my pocket; it’s spacious and clean, and my blazer’s lining’s a pleasing sateen. The thermostat’s stuck at 98.6 degrees, but no neighbors to deal with (not counting the fleas). Make… Continue reading Somerville Classified Listings: Ogre’s Pocket for Rent (2 Rotisserie Bison or Best Offer)

This is Herschel

Published by The Rumpus Readers Report | This is Herschel. Herschel is an upright rhinoceros wearing an un-shirted dickey, suspenders, and broad striped tie, standing in front of a swing set at dusk. He moves rarely, maybe never. He watches what I say and what I do. He scoffs knowingly and regularly. When I was… Continue reading This is Herschel

Cataloguing The Source

Written for the Bates College 2008 Baccalureate Service | Somewhere a house has built itself. Elsewhere, potatoes come already-stuffed. Water, in its cycles, seems to have always been. Fish are inclined, unpracticed, to swim. People do not arrive like that. We have our bodies of course, and ids—but let’s not split hairs. The rest depends… Continue reading Cataloguing The Source