We moved here after the divorce so Mom could start college again. I like it ok. Every apartment has a kid and a mom or dad in school. The...

I lay out the cork pieces, a timeline of reception, a forced exercise in the art of exorcise. The cork is the opposite of self; I will...

i it is as easy as having sex, primal and delightful and intuitive. like sex, do it how you want, let them converge in a space or spread...

The sun and I yawn, the time of day when light spreads like a pesticide. Leaves you drowsy in the poppies like Dorothy, limp as a noodle....

I felt her inside me, the little girl so frightened, a tear stained face looking around anxious and alone looking for a stay, an anchor...

another black body down. face smashed into the gravel like so many rocks driven over until they become the road; no relief from the...

We were the grandchildren of cigarette burns And peacocks in the front yard. Of jumping into muddy pond water after frogs. Of blessings...

I got my first period in late 2002 or early 2003. It was around then too that I had a second set of braces removed, shed my childish Keds...

The clock hand spins Rounding the hours Of another late Manhattan night Awaiting our subway Our faces twist inward Drab air bats against...

“I want to be back in the van, where evil never would nor could nor should ever understand. Back in the van, it's anything, but their...

There’s a setting for every story and a season for all senses. Though not all pages pair with all potions, and not all parchment promises...

1. So many poems were written for you, 2. about you, but none of them with you. 3. You never even cared enough to read them. 4. I guess...