Kissoon's Loop

Do you remember how we fell in love? Let me tell you. This is exactly how it went: It was the first of the year. I had trudged th...

Here is the silence I expected, Here Is the olde inaction, the indecision, the Proclivial avoidance; The silence, the Silence, the Ones and ...

They grow only on northern sides because too much sunlight will kill them. Polaris is their false idol, though they’d never realize ---- ...

Every moment, I am at my own wedding. To wed: verb; I am wedding, I am wedding Everything, there is no longer Me, there is no longer c...

Yup I got home at 3:05. My phone died and it *just* charged enough that I could turn it on and text. I lobbed the lightbulb into the interse...

Though through forest greens-- through fields, and streams-- I'd like to roam: today, I must compose a poem. Halfway to death, I sc...

Today, regretfully, I woke up. I'd dreamt of stacking cat food cans, of paste- and gravy-covered hands, texting straight friends, askin...