Kissoon's Loop

All those times he washed and cut potatoes and beets, oven-roasted in vintage amber glassware (sunflower oil, salt, and thyme) ; all those s...

To the Moon, and the nighttime sky in which She shines; to the churring Insects, humming through summer doldrums; to the great Prairie, lyin...

Surskittles Cocksucken Combustanut Nicki poetry (poke it out, poke it out) Cardi Beyoncés Coachella performance Bad Bhabie Animal Collective...

It’s weird. Having to restrain myself from reaching out to you. Knowing that— were I to reach out— there would come nothing but a consuming ...

Seen , but not heard. Ghosted? Ignored? A wall of stones to pen me in: you say you felt nothing— yet your racing heartbeat sticks in my memo...

On the other side of the solstice. I am in the sky again. I don't think of you like I used to, though of course I do still think of you...

The day will come when he will marry his life partner, and I will still be alone. Yet another of my most cherished loves will decide to cut ...