They didn’t kill a man in a skirt. They killed Alexa. Because it is allowed, they taunted her always and everywhere. In the photograph...

i sat by a river or an ocean or a lake and i whispered to the eels around my ankles words of longing that could just as easily have been...

the slick and razor edges of the roaring sea cut cracked and burned skin. this body was heavy and weak the muscles tired and worn; i...

When they told me to act like a lady When I was angry I sewed her aphorism into my skirt hem And pulled her stockings over mine To guard...

I am so many things that I often forget So much beauty I that I often miss It is sad truly How I only see the beauty In everyone but me...

My grandmother was what you would call a full woman – hands as salt pillars pummeling in to a pastry that would always curl in the same...

There are fireflies here Spaced like twinkle lights Stationary truths Of gods gone dim And bright again Here we make time Spinning...

Day breaks on this lurid temptress who embodies the world’s soul. She breathes fire mist onto his loins and he is captured in her web....

In the dream I was slowly drifting in a rusted raft, pulling strands of pearls out of a green lagoon clouded with mud. The gleaming...

In his jungle of grown lilies snakes and bamboos spirals dragonblood incense, thumps like steady knocking live maracas and bongos by...

In our new house the carpet was red and thick, perfect for children because it would be so hard to get dirty; I skinned my knees on it...

The pink indoor flowers, Ate them up. Showed them my pretty little ankles, Achilles, anklet. And so on. Became the green they envied,...