Men don’t like an angry woman Women can be somewhat reflections of men And as women We must smile to reflect on the men that they’ve done...

today, a beautiful boy told me how he loves fruit. he smiles, as he describes to me how he digs his pearl shovels into its soft, pinkened...

April 2020 He thinks I am gay and wants to take me to see a therapist because apparently, I don’t love his dick enough. Don’t salivate...

When (it) first came to me I was tentative and I felt I would be shouted at for having pure but wreckless fun I was nervous at every man...

When I took the picture of my parents, I thought everything was fine. We were happy and we were a family. I guess I was wrong. A year...

She moved her fingers Along shadowed curvature, Feeling the hollow strength Of such a stem. Her repleteness beguiled me With strength She...

The months between second and third grade are a lacuna in my memory, save for the final day. Its details flood me with cruel clarity,...

Ellis had the same dream each night. Her behind the wheel of a car, careening around sharp corners and obstructed paths. Even in an...

I’m sitting at the stern of the boat, on the transom, in my new sexy sporty bikini from Target while the tall, tanned and toned Steven is...

Bury me With Slinky’s that intertwine Metallic twang No more Twilight purple and Fanta orange Dollar store Bury me with sticky jams In...

Why do you do this? my daughter asks. I’m wiping clean a piece of used aluminum foil, then folding it into a neat square to be stacked...

I left in winter, ice clinging to my eyelashes, slammed the car door and drove to a cheap motel. I left my guitar behind, came back the...