South Street Santa Muerte
I approached last weekend in a mood. Another death occurred in the family, someone for whom I have much love and respect, and with whom … Continue Reading South Street Santa Muerte
Poetry Corner – 2.18C “Just Beet It”
Blood red The veins threading this plane A film of dirt slides off in cool water The stem bleeds in a subtle drip Splotching stainless steel They suggested gloves, I remember A magenta fingerprint Greens sigh in the air, waiting The oven chimes when the root is ready
Digital Diary – Just Like Riding a Bike
Digital Diary – Vegan Keto, The Final Countdown
Poetry Corner – 2.18B “2A”
A suicide pact leaves bodies in the hallway. Mend the amendment.
Digital Diary – Vegan Keto, The Beginning
In these final hours, I find myself binge-eating cheese and eggs. I’m even drinking an IPA that has been in my fridge since Irish Mike left his residuals a year ago. Because, I think to myself, fuck it. I’m going vegan for a month. Except, after two years successfully on keto—and having lost sixty pounds—I’m terrified of … Continue Reading Digital Diary – Vegan Keto, The Beginning
