In a New England type of fog with $2.50 coffee staining tongue and breath and the Sound of archangels of learning from on high Like so...

These words are the origami of my mouth; with my tongue I fold them, crease them, turn them around, and then, parting my lips, I reveal a...

There is peace in distance. I discover why mountain climbers are so impatient to be vertical. That's why clouds are so chill all the...

Crushed by your mother’s young death, I lived beneath grief, paralyzed for months. My eyes were bloodshot from reading manuscripts and...

An angel sounds less angelic at 6AM on a Sunday, to my surprise, he takes her and I’m grateful he got the hint today my body gets to stay...

My cursive twists slow under the overhead light, under the line, describe your mental health emergency: I write the sentence, my brother...

I now have a voice, your all listening to me now, you took me to my extreme, my darkest hour. You bow your heads, in shame, and deny your...

I have lately considered myself a dead thing. Burying my bones before a casket does the deed Pouring a body of soil into the hole I have...

At one point, there was so much hair I remember cradling it in my hands – a bird nest of tattered, brown strands. For me, it’s always...

I slide. I slip. I fall. I yelp. Swish! Bang! Crunch! Help! My bones are crushed. My daughter sobs. My mind is hushed. No blood is...

She had grown her hair countless times before, always ultimately caving and shaving for work or wedding or any event where pits might...

Midnight lightning strikes, its violent thundersong hurting the sky. Sleep doesn’t settle in storms, memories pouring loud and insistent...