I wanna be a bowling ball something strong that can withstand hit after hit so my seventh grade self wearing purple glitter knows that...

Belief follows sharp lifts and sweet hugs in a long marriage, surprising us even when rocks are encountered and bite at the throat,...

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...

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...

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...

another black body down. face smashed into the gravel like so many rocks driven over until they become the road; no relief from the...

We were the grandchildren of cigarette burns And peacocks in the front yard. Of jumping into muddy pond water after frogs. Of blessings...

The clock hand spins Rounding the hours Of another late Manhattan night Awaiting our subway Our faces twist inward Drab air bats against...