For You, Exactly As You Are
You wake up tired, scroll bad news until it blurs. Answer emails, jaw clenched tight— or can’t even bear to look. You say “I’m fine” with three tabs…
Teplé věci v chladných dnech
Řekli mi, že Češi jsou zavření jak okna v lednu. Že se neusmívají, nezvou, že ticho tu studí, a pohostinnost se schovává za dveře. Řekli mi, že mi bude zima—…
Routine Execution Protocol
A Burning Haibun They made sleep political. Not in headlines, but in forms, in protocols, in the quiet ways a schedule tells you whether your body belongs. You can’t…
This, Too, Is Distinction
Tonight the candle twines fire with fire, braided flame blooming in the bowl of my hand. It hovers—lucent, tender— in the pause between ease and ache, a flicker caught…
FORM 42‑L (rev. ∞) — BUREAU OF EMOTIONAL CONTRABAND
I'm not even sure if this one counts as poetry, but click through to find out……
Ode to Lorlatinib
Little pink tablet, smooth-edged promise, stamped plainly: Pfizer on one cheek, 25 LLN on the other— three pressed nightly through foiled windows, serials and stamps faint as breath in aluminum…