Month: March 2026

• A Wild Goose Appears

  I found a short poem I wrotefrom fifteen years ago.It was titled wild goose chase. Like the dream I had when I slept over for the first time. I fell asleep almost immediately, though I never sleep easy.  We were sheltered beneath the soft architecture of blanketsAnd our lips met like a skylineBy glitching light of a VHS.…

  Proletariat Press

  March 5, 2026

  Poetry