My little garden is in shadow. Beyond the beige brick wall surrounding it, the sun shines. The tree outside the wall stretches its long,...

i wonder how it would feel to feel good in this body to wake up and not wish this stomach away the only mountain there a home for a child...

Last night I managed to renew my lease in my sleep indeed it did bring me worry not because I had plans to move but because of my...

I want to heal. I want to be free. I ask for these things but what do they mean? How does one heal? How does one grow? When emotions trap...

Contrary to popular opinion, I am not a sinner. I do not bargain with the devil nor am I the priest that loves god’s children a little...

What if we could untie the belted noose and breathe your brain back to how it was before? What if the postmark date flipped back seven...

If I had to describe the gender thing, it would be indiscernible from lost languages. You would not be able to translate what it feels...

my mother tells me of how her homeland was once taken over by those who felt as though they were entitled to it simply because she wasn’t...

We sit in winery windows, in fluorescent dorm rooms, in Starbucks lobbies searching for wifi. We pretend that we take back all we’ve...

Knotted ribbons that could turn a bath water brown flow through the forest air strung to the witnessing spruce and haphazardly hung tarp...

Since I've lost you, my skin got bored of me, and stretched, stretched away. It became a huge spider web, trying to catch your eyes like...

It’s a Tuesday, 4 a.m., three years from then and the dream is Taking her under and around and back again. She’s scrambling, trying to...

You and I are moon-tucked, circadian rhythms apart while gripped in our own four-poster gaze. Chucked hesitation to endless breezes,...

A cold kind of mercy Leaving the knife on the table And chewing It was that siamese knot in my neck Or that animal breath in my ears Or...

Call me Ishmael, my professor read aloud and I looked over his shoulder, out the window at a young man who looked good enough to take to...

I never knew the fear of a face in full view until I met him show me an eye, nut-brown, lined with sparse lashes a nose, round- tipped...

Tomorrow is orange peels. the fibers are stuck under my...

when i was young i tasted a fire i didn't want his mouth sent gray, billowy smoke into my lungs and it's been hard to catch my breath...

i built a dam of stone to patch a leak in my brain, keeping hasty yearnings to myself, but cracks began forming as my vision blurred, he...

From Here, The Road A change is coming, I an uproar, I a whimper of willow breaking against the soft stagger of animal fur, I and, have...