Tag Archives: Jennifer van Alstyne

Three days in a row, I’ve put raw sugar in my oatmeal, Felt each grain melt on my tongue. I eat it now in darkness out of a paper cup, moving Granules with a clear plastic fork. I think about … Continue reading →

we knew then, driving north: our bags packed for an interlude with alcohol and a carton of camels but we thought it was irene another half-witted joke no one thought to sharpen teeth or fill heartwells with lead i brought … Continue reading →

Georgie’s:            The Gay “Cheers” of AP hosts weekly amateur go-go boys. My boys all talk,            gossip like bothered hens, whispering into their     draft beers. They smile behind the foam about last week’s benefit, and the                 cut of his boxer briefs. … Continue reading →

Every Saturday night, my feet start to ache. It’s a muscle memory – One that’s traveled from toes to heart as blood flows at 120 BPM Because EDM travels in veins. Somehow, we always ended here, with Rico Alexis and … Continue reading →

Orange crates mar the perfection of this garden: Some sort of modern art cacophony against the English classical Rose. She is there too, some nymph among the roses, naked and dewed With the kind of seductive perfection that I can … Continue reading →

The fixers came to check my washer today To find three socks sucked into the motor Of our high-efficiency, energy-saving, Gift to the world for only $2,599 Kenmore washer. One of them was yours. Centrifugal force. Funny how it never … Continue reading →

July brought smoke, brought mirrors, twisted thumbs, and rippled image of citied trees. Its stilted edges blur under heated air, under heated bodies which roll, legs hooked, neck clenched, teeth on salted slickened skin. Highrises wink in sunlit fog, they … Continue reading →