It's where we all go, where the dough uprises, becomes bread. Thirty-and-nine. Scratching my balls at a Ballenchine ballet. The...

Without knowing why, I love to seek answers from the sky as if there’s someone up there, who listens. The summer is usually hot but not...

1. Sweat slick. Firm grip. A knuckle carved trail to an open mouth. Silent oh, but my god, I’m sorry for not calling your name. 2. Pop as...

Makeover montages and infomercials of the early 2000s taught me beauty is just a flat iron away— Fix unsightly frizzy hair by scorching...

For Frank Stanford Night of crisp hay, full moon, warm wind, hiking around the reservoir. We didn’t yet know what sacred meant, but I...

One month after the breakup, Julia decided to make an account on a dating app despite what happened with her boyfriend. Well,...

With your friends and I’m watching you through the doorway while you talk with her on the bed / Does my hair not shine like it did when...

Back when it was a treat to sleep in tents on the ground, we rafted down the Snake River in Wyoming. Loaded with eight tourists, the raft...

In my senior portraits I am wearing brown and green cigarette pants and a pea-colored spaghetti strap shirt. Most likely I looked like...

was my nickname. I’d fly from my crib as a toddler. As soon as I could stand, I’d rock for momentum and hurl myself forward - arms wide....

In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street. Long messages, loving ones in bright enough of a shade that the men to whom...

In your bedroom, you hold me close my chest shot-through from virus, cylinders of light cracking my ribs sternum woven shut, me, gasping...