I have lately considered myself a dead thing. Burying my bones before a casket does the deed Pouring a body of soil into the hole I have...

At one point, there was so much hair I remember cradling it in my hands – a bird nest of tattered, brown strands. For me, it’s always...

I slide. I slip. I fall. I yelp. Swish! Bang! Crunch! Help! My bones are crushed. My daughter sobs. My mind is hushed. No blood is...

She had grown her hair countless times before, always ultimately caving and shaving for work or wedding or any event where pits might...

Midnight lightning strikes, its violent thundersong hurting the sky. Sleep doesn’t settle in storms, memories pouring loud and insistent...

I. I’m sorry if I open up old wounds each time I speak. I’m sorry if you’re resurged with some kind of hope I didn’t intend to give. I...

Fiori di zucca fritti undulates in the mouth, caressing the tongue so sweet. Unlike fried zucchini flowers—clunky pebbles clash tinny...

I thought you were a bird with a broken wing and that I was two hands inviting you in. I listened to your squeaky whimper, feeding you...

yesterday, a man needled blue into me and told me he was two years sober. i think of mom and the way her knuckles almost break skin; of...

We are in the car driving towards my past to finish the story I left in a different town. We are mix-tape creating songs from our...

April tosses and turns in her bed, tucked into layers of chrysanthemum covers and duckling down duvets. huckleberry hums wrap around...

threaten my primal safety / cloud the new moon then blow naked / penetrate / slip into round belly / the steaming warmth going away /...