Jimmy BroccoliNov 5, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesThe Rise of BroccoliSo, I’m looking around me and see the Carrots waiting to be divided for Snacking – their orange bodies awaiting dismemberment The armies...
Jimmy BroccoliNov 5, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesBroken GodHis unshaven posture weakens He wilts into my arms as if we’re dancing A delicate dandelion stem exposed to hurricanes A falling toaster...
Jimmy BroccoliNov 4, 2020Poems, Essays, and Short StoriesMotherMy mother cleans when she’s sad Our tables have no dust The windows have no streaks The carpet, step lightly, there must be no ware Tears...