Heather Ayres Writes
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"What a fat, behemoth of a baby. What kind of plump mutant did they bring home? It looks like a flesh-tone sack of tuna purée, cream-heavy milk rolling around with a little black toupee clinging on to the top of its tiny block head. I am less than unimpressed. A new low even for these two metalheads somehow charged with my well-being."


The coyote ate my baby

now on creative colloquy


Featured post: press conference 01

What follows is part one of a blackout poem series created from the transcript of then President-Elect Trump’s January 11th, 2017 press conference addressing the allegations of Russian hackings...


excerpt: Coming soon