Nails (poem draft)

I used to bite my fingernails because I liked the way they submitted to the fury of my teeth when the nerves kicked in or the waiting consumed me that the invasion made me feel weak. The violence of my teeth on my fingernails gave me strength.   And then a friend who was like…Read more Nails (poem draft)

“Am I Still Cultured?”

The other day, maybe two or three nights ago, I was struck by this overwhelming fear that I might have be too remiss with my reading and that I have, somehow, become less of what I am supposed to be. Here I am, this cultural snob with aspirations for a certain quality of high-mindedness and…Read more “Am I Still Cultured?”