Ode to the Star-Nosed Mole

Brunch is a portmanteau Like bankster, Fleshlight, Clamato, chortle, and cremains. And also endorphin, which is endog...

The psychologist was having so much fun Playing with her plastic dopamine molecules Imagining them binding to the receptors in her br...

There are crumpled-up poems Old magazines, dried fruits A photographer roams Rolls of film in her peach-pink suit She must document thi...

Athletes are built to be hefty Athletes are built to be strong Athletes have beefy, sleek buttocks That look like two plums in a thon...

Crazy people have too much time on their hands They examine the stomata on the epidermis of leaves They examine the incisors of gerbils...

Angels have bright yellow eyes, stripes and cutaneous respiration They hum like hang drums and slide over hunters’ boots They snap-jaw ...

Angels are small and green and live in the sludge If you pull one out, and it’s feisty, it will bite your finger. You cannot breathe th...