Early on the last day, we drive to find the bottle bank. The morning is thick with sunrise and unspoken language and ladybirds clustered...

I start my day by finishing it the sun is creeping down like that spider under my bed and I really need to clean it out but my back aches...

my, my sister calls too early in the week, an early hour unallotted for pleasantries, especially for those a certain age a flinching,...

Homemaker Animal aches live in your belly. Susurration of hearts in an oblong vase on the kitchen island. Boil the bear delivered in an...

If I could be anything, i’d be the dying star you whisper wishes to before bed in my wildest fantasies i am your divinity akin to akemi i...

Pedestrian Living Brown house finch, God’s beauty borne aerial with heart and murmur and beat of wing all enumerate in feathers sweet,...

she did not stretch 60 feet tall like that day on the Clearwater building in Florida when the city had to install sidewalks and portable...

One Million Years Ago Yesterday A big girl now she recalls the first dress purchased with money of babies sat perfect for endless summers...

Start the tape. and Richard says: Okay, dena. Are you ready to talk? Do you want to answer some questions? dena says: Umm. Stares...

The Dry Spell It hasn't been raining since it had. I sound vague? You haven't stared at the spearhead of a midday road. You haven't tried...

With striped lawns and fences and barking dogs and lost cat posters on lampposts. I’ve spent weekends pulling weeds and evenings walking,...

Twenty-two minutes of music. I put the phone to one side and open the laptop. I'm in bed, a place for handling numbers. Patience slips...

Dear Sarah Imagine a world where you would have been safe, where these lines do not exist. Standing on my Poynders Road, with a lump in...

you & i would sing taylor swift songs in your jeep as we cruised along the tennessee highways, you would sing the lyrics with the...

We were waiting for a star to fall - constellations predicting futures, a future possibly one shared together perhaps another lived alone...

In a perfect world, I can hand in my resignation letter and call it quits. In this world, I squeeze my breasts for milk before collapsing...

CW: Suicide I don’t mean the ranch, with Little Joe and Hoss, and their calico-caricature women —pointy breasts, big hair— No, this was a...

a crumbled yellowed note maybe love — a written sentence faraway stare no epitaph on a tiny tombstone death note — stepping on...

cicadas seventeen years ago beneath the bridge i drift along our names still scrawled below still the cicadas sing their song babe in the...

After all After four months of trial after the episode after listening devices are planted after working their way up to the Earth's...