A sigh creates St. Helens’ ash swallowing weeks old milk and grandpa’s leather recliner into the heart of a midwest false-spring...

You were God’s messenger—ethereal creation, the first lesbian I knew besides Shelly Guy, who had a butterfly tattooed on her wrist at a...

into her hair thick white library paste smeared into her face daddy long-legs shaken into her fist snot-coated tissues shoved and...

After Natalie Diaz She was calling for me in the night-light-free bedroom the one she spends most of her time in. When they came to her...

The engines. The buses. The bustle. A December Monday with students eager to be released. Above, snowflakes eager to erupt. Like candy in...

I take a sip of bright pink, speckled with seeds, it’s sweet taste prickling against my tongue, and I am reminded of our freckled noses....

she wonders if I would love her were she ugly; ravished in a fire/gored by wild hounds/broken in half to protect me, I find myself unable...

On the second and final date, I help you fold your laundry. You ask me if I’ve ever worked retail, because I’m impressively good at this,...

every woman wants to own a bookstore café by the beach emergency exit the market saturation of a dream in which everything is everything...

A long languid breakfast pancakes with sausages blueberries dripping in honey-rich syrup oh, I surely deserve it — luscious black coffee...

She carried her mother's pain as a dolly stroking its face, whispering hush in its ear. She unclipped her purse and emptied handfuls of...

As a shell-shocked shell-shaped whorl of a girl, I rock forward into your arms like falling off something, a logor a jigger filled with...