Posts by James Callan

October 21, 2026 | Poetry

Two Poems

The sun is citrus— / orange ruptured guts / emblazoning / a golden Buddha / reclining among macaques

August 3, 2026 | Poetry

Her love can grow 18 feet in a year / roots deeper than a well / Her appetite can leave you hollow / pulling away, yet drawing near

May 25, 2026 | Fiction

I was on my morning jog when I saw what I believed to be a young man asleep or dead in the sand.