I take comfort in knowing that if the world ended right now, in this very moment, my legs would be bare. There is some value in that, I...

Imogen stands at the entrance to Blythewood Cemetery, a canvas tote of books looped over her shoulder causing a crick in her back....

scars encircling her wrist form a bracelet or a handcuff dark shapes like ash dropped randomly from a volcano scattered over legs and...

It wasn’t painful, there were no teeth, no pain, just pure darkness.   As I began descending, the sensation felt like an unexpected and...

A thin layer of snow glistened on the tree branches in the morning sun. Henry glanced at the snow but focused inwards, his thoughts on...

on more than one occasion, i make my mother cry. drunk at twenty-six, i do not tell her whether she is more garden or greenhouse, but i...

I packed a book of poems for us to read aloud in bed.     I want to hear your voice embrace syllables intended to metaphor the...

dust particles float through the air in a stream of light across the bedroom floor landing like soft kisses on skin (my wretched skin)...

I know you read this poem late, before you leave the hedge fund of the singular pulsing lamp-mark & the dusking window in the exhaustion...

In the sweltering heat of midsummer, in New York City’s most outer borough, 14 year-old Clair stands alone at the bus stop. She’s wearing...

Our shoes are different sizes  Toes curling to fit in the space Aching pain bites– Oh, to be included Piano lessons since birth  But a...

just a forlorn gaze  at my missing self  reminds me of our boudoir, once we hermit crabs’ shell.  I imagine myself growing from the dry...