He was the first man to ever comment on my appearance, the first male to bring attention to my pale freckled skin, he was the first one...

The universe is a thespian Organic machinery in a massive baroque improv masterpiece An infinite 360 degree opus, a kinetic molecular...

Isolation is a lonely hearts best friend—its only solitude. My heart is lonely, she spends her time cowering in the hole of my chest...

You don’t understand. There are pickles in my diary. And I don’t mean some botched political metaphor or weird sexual innuendo, I mean...

She was my best friend She was so beautiful and full of kindness and grace She taught me about love, life, and friendship She loved me...

We are tulips and daffodils and roses and petunias. We share borders but have no boundaries. We are all different, yet all the same....

Dreams of silver Echo in your mind Mirrors turned towards an infinite void Cactus pricks of joy leave your skin flushed Memories etched...

The sea roses glob up on the foot of the slab And the driftwood about us has piled in irregular rhythms Remains of not so ancient...

When we talk about our mother’s bellies We lay on our backs by the window in spring, watching a crystal prism charged by the sun slowly...

My body can’t hold everything inside me. My mind: a twister contained in glass. My skin: that glass jar cracking, I’m a small fish,...

A baby bundled like a human burrito stares at the pizza in my greasy hands and I am embarrassed for thinking a baby will judge the way I...

I Remember the Time Adrian Told Me there’s a Certain Kind of Magic To Cities Warm Enough to Wear Shorts Every Night once the clothes have...