A Trick I should have known it was a trick, but but the suddenness and velocity of of my brother’s exclamation forced forced my body around, so that head and and feet pointed in polar opposites; when when I fell in fear, it was only from the floor floor that I saw there never really […]

The Excessive Horizontalist (A poem about living with CFS / M.E.) I’ve become vexed with lying down, it’s not what I’d choose to do I’d like to run a marathon or dance all day in Honolulu. I often dream my life’s a scene from some action packed movie But I’m catatonic counting stripes upon my […]