We are tulips and daffodils and roses and petunias. We share borders but have no boundaries. We are all different, yet all the same....

Dreams of silver Echo in your mind Mirrors turned towards an infinite void Cactus pricks of joy leave your skin flushed Memories etched...

The sea roses glob up on the foot of the slab And the driftwood about us has piled in irregular rhythms Remains of not so ancient...

When we talk about our mother’s bellies We lay on our backs by the window in spring, watching a crystal prism charged by the sun slowly...

My body can’t hold everything inside me. My mind: a twister contained in glass. My skin: that glass jar cracking, I’m a small fish,...

A baby bundled like a human burrito stares at the pizza in my greasy hands and I am embarrassed for thinking a baby will judge the way I...

I Remember the Time Adrian Told Me there’s a Certain Kind of Magic To Cities Warm Enough to Wear Shorts Every Night once the clothes have...

When I’ve had enough, I beg for help, so the doctor slices through my abdomen, yanks two putrid-ripe babies through my flayed skin – They...

Sometimes I find myself Trying to put words to the sensations I feel inside myself Like when my heart is racing I put my hand Over my...

I will never love another man as much as you I know what they sing about when they sing about being weak It is weakness brought on by the...

I have only these hands, the span of my palms in which to hold you ten fingers to cup and cradle your curves trace the lithe stretch of...

On the promenade Cherry blossom petals litter the ground, Various shades of bruised, decaying pink, Others float in the air, The new neon...