I face myself, the thing convincing  as a face can be, although it breaks where it should mend in laughter.  Do you believe in me though you  should believe in nothing,  where it hurts a little, that time of life that stuns  into you, so you see the future, where you stand guard, eager to… Read More “Death Ruins It” by Caley O’Dwyer

Does time make us crazy  or is it something else?  I see myself but back away.  I want to know what life is, but only gain the subtle topping, cosmic merengue dissolving  on the tongue. Something  catches in the sieve. There is a carefulness I can’t shake. As though I could check and turn away … Read More “Night Polo” by Caley O’Dwyer

Was postmodern living really so bad with its postmodern lampshades,  access to the worldwide internet’s daft shenanigans, the great show of hip hop, happiness, high-risk mortgages, fields of discourse plowed  with ultimate unassailable truth?  You are a thread in the fabric while the needle behind you weaves or is woven into the greater piece.  Time… Read More “Certainly Valsartan” by Caley O’Dwyer