What arms are these that I have found set gently against the ground? They fit just fine and within them is a sense of something new. An eastern wind blows in as I pluck an apple from the tree that I grew beside. These arms change in an intimate set of seasons. These arms that … More The Anatomy of a 32-Year-Old Man
I’ve been sitting on this new project, South Broadway Press, for a while now and as of late, some members of the team and myself decided we want to put together a poetry anthology to raise funds for a local non-profit, Denver Food Rescue. Here is the details which you can also find on the … More Thought For Food | Submit to South Broadway Press’ First Poetry Anthology
*just about every year on my birthday I write an “Anatomy of a … Year Old” poem. Thank you for reading. i am a giant lizard monster trying to lay down comfortably in a sprawling metropolis but the buildings scratch at my back the cars pierce my feet like legos i fold myself ragdoll into … More The Anatomy of a 29 Year Old Human (2017)
You’ve caught me in your net, my dear. I’m not struggling I’m just begging for more food. I’m napping and dreaming of never leaving your doorstep. I’m napping and dreaming of your blood running down my chin. I’m chaotic neutral punchy dry lovely motherfucker these days. The way I smile around the grocery store with … More WOLF.
i’m trapped on the moon with a bottle of whiskey i’m sitting in a lawn chair watching the earth rotate around the sun and it reminds me of the way we used to dance together, in strange jazz clubs whose names i don’t remember, i could never remember i remember the way we reclined our … More Sinatra on the Moon
| an american human being | for our purposes let’s call them human being #1 | walks down the right side of a pathway as they approach another human being – presumably american as well | but human being #2 seems to be unflinchingly dedicated to walking on the left side of the road thus … More A Study of Two American Human Beings
I’ve met Steven Dunn only one time. He was smoking a cigarette outside of the Mercury Cafe after the locally renowned F Bomb Flash Fiction Open Mic. He told me and a group huddled up in the cold how his book had recently been picked up for publication. He spoke humbly about it, but you … More Swift Deep Punches: A Review of Steven Dunn’s Potted Meat