pain sinks the bones I used to know and rises the tongues I kissed before I knew you.                                                    ...

My eyebrows knit together, teeth clenched, and the blood drained from my face, away from my fingertips and toes—every reserve diverted to...

I am singing in a low register. Tomorrow, it will be September. The north wind is bringing fall on the back of a storm. Everything is...

I used to think becoming my best self meant achieving perfection—pristine choices, ideal timing, a life tied up in a neat little bow. I...

The Perfect First Boyfriend 1 Cup Cigarette Ash                                                                 1 Cup Hair...

The living room                                                             half-empty –               space where Daddy’s...

I was wading in the depths of a finance spreadsheet, when my phone rang. The sound was distant, as if I was hearing it from the bottom of...

Nobody knows what to do with sad people. I remember this mostly on Tuesdays When my grandmother chews her tears, mopping grief In the dry...

I take comfort in knowing that if the world ended right now, in this very moment, my legs would be bare. There is some value in that, I...

Imogen stands at the entrance to Blythewood Cemetery, a canvas tote of books looped over her shoulder causing a crick in her back....

scars encircling her wrist form a bracelet or a handcuff dark shapes like ash dropped randomly from a volcano scattered over legs and...

It wasn’t painful, there were no teeth, no pain, just pure darkness.   As I began descending, the sensation felt like an unexpected and...