Contrary to popular opinion, I am not a sinner. I do not bargain with the devil nor am I the priest that loves god’s children a little...

What if we could untie the belted noose and breathe your brain back to how it was before? What if the postmark date flipped back seven...

If I had to describe the gender thing, it would be indiscernible from lost languages. You would not be able to translate what it feels...

my mother tells me of how her homeland was once taken over by those who felt as though they were entitled to it simply because she wasn’t...

We sit in winery windows, in fluorescent dorm rooms, in Starbucks lobbies searching for wifi. We pretend that we take back all we’ve...

Knotted ribbons that could turn a bath water brown flow through the forest air strung to the witnessing spruce and haphazardly hung tarp...

Since I've lost you, my skin got bored of me, and stretched, stretched away. It became a huge spider web, trying to catch your eyes like...

It’s a Tuesday, 4 a.m., three years from then and the dream is Taking her under and around and back again. She’s scrambling, trying to...

You and I are moon-tucked, circadian rhythms apart while gripped in our own four-poster gaze. Chucked hesitation to endless breezes,...

A cold kind of mercy Leaving the knife on the table And chewing It was that siamese knot in my neck Or that animal breath in my ears Or...

Call me Ishmael, my professor read aloud and I looked over his shoulder, out the window at a young man who looked good enough to take to...

I never knew the fear of a face in full view until I met him show me an eye, nut-brown, lined with sparse lashes a nose, round- tipped...