who were to be my father-figures are dead. I witnessed their burials in the lands they thought they owned. They were the last to know of...

In the days after we break up, I become obsessed with the idea of planting a lemon tree. I have been cautioned by all of my plant-loving...

Snapping his fingers at the steaming cutlery before me the restaurant manager says, Dry this, one piece at a time until I can see my...

thunderstorm take my hand, lead me to your secret place, lift up your dress, let me take you from behind like a gust of wind from the sea...

Buried in the sax chute Is the long orange cat whisking a bone temple vestigial bird pile humming his mind with another. Mister knows...

Mommy worked too late under the fluorescents to fight the evil black mold creeping up the wall to Baby’s nursery. She hiked the mile-high...

1973 was a year of wrong men and poor choices. Harlan left her with two concurrently running STDS infections to marry an older woman....

Clover carpet at my feet Curls between my naked toes Greener than an emerald Stolen from its earthy bed Pick and pluck Four leaves for...

Cramped quarters, all of us—packed in together, two to a small room. She wasn’t mine— I knew that. Not even my roommate, but still I...

I’m hiding in an accounting metaphor. So here is my internal audit: I hastily finished the financial statements: Balance sheet, Income...

and you’re worried you’d pick something toxic. City girl: What do you know about plants? He knows a couple that foraged and ate wild...