It had been a little over a month since my transformation from “Lauren Albright’s ugly little sister” to “Lesley Albright, basketball...

Like honey, his words, sweet and gooey, dripped from his lips as bait, lured me in with each kiss, each whisper. I ran from my nest,...

Wind pulls at the Dogwood branches like travel photos of influencers holding their lover’s hand. Follow me—I think that’s the idea? Like...

January does not make nice. But, we are going into the light again. Soon the air, which is brittle and crunchy like Spider roll bones,...

The wine on my lips is Unsanctified Full Heavy with berries, rich in Languid summer heat Lips parted on a red so deep Ochre, mercury,...

I follow my heart more than my mind Often to my own misfortune. Should I stay or should I go? I always stay, my heart Taking the driver’s...

My past selves still speak to me sometimes, asking me to remember them and their struggles and what they have done or failed to do to get...

We moved here after the divorce so Mom could start college again. I like it ok. Every apartment has a kid and a mom or dad in school. The...

I lay out the cork pieces, a timeline of reception, a forced exercise in the art of exorcise. The cork is the opposite of self; I will...

i it is as easy as having sex, primal and delightful and intuitive. like sex, do it how you want, let them converge in a space or spread...

The sun and I yawn, the time of day when light spreads like a pesticide. Leaves you drowsy in the poppies like Dorothy, limp as a noodle....

I felt her inside me, the little girl so frightened, a tear stained face looking around anxious and alone looking for a stay, an anchor...