Artemis asks me if I ever noticed she is a mirage of weeping willows, thorns hiding under ditches, and deer in headlights. asks me what...

Biting Back When I was five I bit a boy / he had followed me down the slide / pinned my arms / and tried to kiss me / the teacher seeing...

CW: Cancer When you wait for your estranged sister’s surgery update, on April Fool’s Day, it feels like The way skydiving must feel (I’m...

Everyone was purely jazzed about the sun disappearing for three minutes. In her absence, the day went completely saturnine. Nobody’s...

She makes him feel 'late' early. He has drunken three white liquid crystals and sits on the shards of a mirror called time. Now the lady...

Look to the Skies The red glare shines against my face, bright in the quiet of morning. My eyes glaze over at the monotony, everyone...

Anyone who’s ever done high school art has painted the full moon dripping a sad candle of yellow wax-light back to a dark flat earth...

for Nour No, don’t take that one! that sweet sweet sweet ripe one so delectable that one, all flesh and red and tenderness, I’ve been...

Screeches break the glare of day: Crows scramble; he is on his way. Over the roofs the dragon sweeps (Fuselage of legs, span prehistoric)...

Basic Beach sandwiches thrown together from what’s in the car “It’s fairly basic,” she says an excuse of sorts And yes, back in the...

What if I stayed up as late as I wanted to every night and slept in as late as I wanted to each morning. What if I wrote an eco-novella...

upwards i spent the day untying knots and then reweaving them, yellow on yellow on yellow, telling a story between my fingers picked out...

Ten Gibraltar monkeys shoved their way into the busy cafe at the top of the Rock where the cable car stops. The sliding window...

Work Ethic is about capitalism and suicide. My pieces often focus on mental illness. Read with care. WORK ETHIC My mother will tell me...

ghosted “You all live once,” the app screamed, like Munch. Filled bodies, slick and brickly on the outside, hardened by days of burbled...

Conception Things got too hot, you couldn’t stop your dams from breaking. Your swollen rivers, thick and thawed washed over me in white...

had this addiction, was shooting pure gold into washed-out veins while i kissed his wife in the back seat, and he kept driving down the...

There is the grind of grief and there is also the rising. Yes he had a mother too, as everyone does. What can it mean to have a mother,...

So masculine, I could stare at you all evening. Rude me - probably because I missed seeing you the past 32 years. I gave up straight men...