The train that streams through forest To an inn on a corner Where all seasons raise their voices, Leaves you alone, a novice, unversed in...

the child poet grows best in muddy shallows under sunshine with storms on the horizon planted as she was in the forgotten yesterdays of a...

I am reminded of yesterday, when we wanted to believe our love was eternal, and time, like reality would never catch up with us. We...

Rusted train tracks chug beneath our mud-crusted combat boots imprisoning browned socks and bruised, blistered feet patiently awaiting...

lost in a corner of the yard I grow close to what you could have been a mountain discarded tires, splintered lumber, chicken wire, a...

When people ask how I’ve been Somehow I know That it’s not okay For me to tell them That my eyes seem to have Started leaking Frustration...

My thighs covered in Raspberry jam slip from bed towards the pantry My cervix gifts me A pimple the size of a Peregrine falcon You don't...

I watch the water lift the ships to pass, which explains why I don’t make it to the airport nor to San Cristobal de las Casas, nor into...

your own skin until I walked in on my mother carving herself like clay molding her body into one of a better woman engraving a grateful...

People have a bad habit of falling in love with me at bus stops, in taxi cabs, on motorcycles, in secret labs. It saved a lot of money...

I will never forget that day, I was only five years old The atmosphere was somber, everyone sad and morose I stood in a building that I...

I go on a drive with you. The destination is not known. That’s the point, the journey. Holding hands until one of us realizes that we’re...