time was a slow drip flock of heavy- winged things caged in my chest made every inhale weigh like thousands hands were unsteadier than...

Unicorn and Pegasus sat down with the Queen. Unicorn’s horn went somewhere obsc – “Cream with your scones?” Nice girls say please. Knock,...

for Librada Diabetes, that brat, that bruja Sends my abuela to heaven in portions Skimming a little life off the top when no one is...

Last time my heart was open there were two anarchists in a gazebo one was a pain dealer and I was the stranger (seasickness) I kept...

St. Catherine’s wheel, a spoked consequence of refusing the marriage proposal of emperor Maxentius, not so much a proposal as an attempt...

She rages because long long ago, Our ancestors forgot how to pronounce Her name. So she chokes our offices With shells of ivy, corners us...

I crave innocence at night. That’s why only strawberries satiate my sweet indulgence. Juicy, sweet, and...

after Andrea Gibson’s “Photoshopping My Sister’s Mugshot” January 1970 I find you in salmon cutoffs and a handmedown Budweiser tee; here...

This poem is the 1st place winner of the Sad Girls Club's 2023 Spring Poetry Contest. 1 Avian Lover I sing to the barred owl and she...

During the final months of my graduate program, my partner was offered an out-of-state in Chattanooga, Tn. Since her own graduation, she...

Show me a worse pain Not a distant one Show me a hurt Staring back at me Hovering reflection in pavement Racing ahead Looking over its...

Dear Melinka, Aunt Jenny suggested sharing a chicken salad sandwich at a café we discovered on 23rd Street after returning three white...