Peppermint-Striped Middle Finger, A Poem by Chris Russell

Merry Christmas, world, why not. The elves are on their stupid shelves and looking like a horror movie. But you can’t tell me some little mushroom-cheeked punk showing up unblinking, unexpectedly, each time you turn on a light, even when you’re in the bathroom, the little perv, isn’t twisted, isn’t a big pantaloon-covered and peppermint-striped … Continue reading Peppermint-Striped Middle Finger, A Poem by Chris Russell

Moving from Side to Side on a Hook of Wanting, A Poem by Chris Russell

My writing desk is made from unfinished maple. It has a couple of coats of clear stain on it. This is more to protect it than to make it look any different than it does naturally. I’ve written many poems at this desk. I suppose it’s a place to commune with the things I value … Continue reading Moving from Side to Side on a Hook of Wanting, A Poem by Chris Russell