One day I'll see you again. And someone will introduce us because they won’t have any proof that you and I know each other. Knew each...

We drove into the sun. We left the city behind because it didn’t love us. We took the phantom road North. Black spruce and the soft...

Anne glided the razor along the length of her leg. Her hand grazed the wet, silky line to detect any missed hairs. It felt strange...

I. A Door Closes Closed. This is what Maryanne mouthed against double-doors lined in steel, her lips nearly kissing the bulletproof...

A woman walks home alone at night One earbud is risky Two, out of the question If I am fat They won’t want to touch me I will be safe,...

my children, my children at this line of sand, water and brine salivate for your toes the tide is hungry we offer this hollow driftwood...

My crooked pinky has two stories: The time it broke, I dove to catch a foul ball in wet grass, bent it backward in three-leaf clover just...

That afternoon, Jack Finn slipped into the dark corner of a nicer bar than he had ever taken his wife to and watched a Martian suffocate...

The River listened. Always did, always had. It heard the moans and cries of those in this little City who faced the terror of life, of...

If this were a dream, she’d be flying. Through sand-sky, down sun-scorched highway, toward the thin, dark blue line of the sea. From...

In February 2020, I sit at the Harkness table in 242T, legs crossed and shaking, and I write a poem on a sticky note I am hiding in the...

The three of them are gathered in an untidy triangle, sharing a table in a cramped coffee shop on the corner of a busy street. It is the...