I stood by the sink and let the tap water run to get warm while watching my daughter slowly unravel her two thick braids. Her eyes were...

This is where I walk. In the hour of the red dawn Washing the twilight in my mind. Displaying the imperfections, The obstructions to...

Monday Morning The pot stares at me like Poe’s veiled eye. Tracks me from corner to corner. Its bright blue-green exterior, a peacock...

It’s late summer and I read an article about a woman’s disdain for August and agreed, until today, when I soaked my desirous bones in the...

From my student’s hawk-like talons hangs a dangling mouse that squirms to free herself before he threatens to drop her remains. Day after...

I put the flame of the lighter to my wrist, skin puckering like a loved mouth, the morning sun doesn’t even do me so good. It is seven...

I have the receipt for my dad’s first guitar, a Yamaha acoustic he bought in September of 1965 which means it was the gift he gave to...

On yet another Saturday with nowhere to be, I wander into the Tate Modern art gallery. I stand for a moment, watching the people in the...

You just have to take care of yourself. I know it’s hard. But you’ll get through it. Do this. Do that. It was all too much. The onslaught...

A pale face from my past orders a whiskey and coke. His crooked grin gritting ice as his callused fingertips crawl up my femur. With a...

It’s so hard to be American right now. It’s impossible. My very first Barbie was a hand-me-down. She looked like the poorer cousin of the...

notes on womanhood (abridged) liminal space 1. the place a person is in during a transitional period 2. empty or abandoned places that...