Crushed by your mother’s young death, I lived beneath grief, paralyzed for months. My eyes were bloodshot from reading manuscripts and...

An angel sounds less angelic at 6AM on a Sunday, to my surprise, he takes her and I’m grateful he got the hint today my body gets to stay...

My cursive twists slow under the overhead light, under the line, describe your mental health emergency: I write the sentence, my brother...

I now have a voice, your all listening to me now, you took me to my extreme, my darkest hour. You bow your heads, in shame, and deny your...

I have lately considered myself a dead thing. Burying my bones before a casket does the deed Pouring a body of soil into the hole I have...

At one point, there was so much hair I remember cradling it in my hands – a bird nest of tattered, brown strands. For me, it’s always...

I slide. I slip. I fall. I yelp. Swish! Bang! Crunch! Help! My bones are crushed. My daughter sobs. My mind is hushed. No blood is...

She had grown her hair countless times before, always ultimately caving and shaving for work or wedding or any event where pits might...

Midnight lightning strikes, its violent thundersong hurting the sky. Sleep doesn’t settle in storms, memories pouring loud and insistent...

I. I’m sorry if I open up old wounds each time I speak. I’m sorry if you’re resurged with some kind of hope I didn’t intend to give. I...

Fiori di zucca fritti undulates in the mouth, caressing the tongue so sweet. Unlike fried zucchini flowers—clunky pebbles clash tinny...

I thought you were a bird with a broken wing and that I was two hands inviting you in. I listened to your squeaky whimper, feeding you...