Once I prised storeroom by iron bar Hand shovel—laid in corner, Grandfather scoops soil Fragmented farmer in Bawdy sun Metal tar!

Pandora’s Box Do you believe in ghosts? She was mine.

a drug=good intentions why did no one tell me that a dose of what you want puts you one step back –your face

never have i relished grocery trips quite like this: the suburban dads in heavy plaid polo, khaki shorts with more pockets than any one hum

once again, it's like someone's thrust a knife deep inside of me and I wonder how I've made it this long and gotten this far without

It really is a miracle that I made it from ground to ground, overwater, through this metal tunnel in the clouds, with a single glass of win

i prepare for the worst scrub the surfaces bleach pots & pans scale doorframes with disinfectant turn Coltrane that little b

cardiac mass beating – despite another ending wrenching weeping bloody tears wrung from a sweater left behind.

as he trembles He opens his eyes realising he quite likes it.

Spring caged in the white mist was like a ledge of snow Much whimpering was going on and on in a glow your puff of warm breath came like a

After the second security check My head heavy with tongues of countries I barely touched, words grinding their incomprehensible urgency into

The brother of all words yells ‘hypocrite’ from the bleachers ‘Remember that time’ he bellows letting the rest of the sentence drop into a v

When I walk in doubt I tell myself the tale of when Jehovah’s whiteness knocked on a red door

Bulimia Two girlfriends borrow each other’s heart, and apply polish on their nails which smell of vomit. They tighten each other’s belt,...

Pensacola A tear wells up when he sees the flag at half-mast across the street from his house. It has never been his custom to light a...

HORSES IN A FIELD It's December and I stop the car a mile or so before the house. A field of horses nuzzle grass. They lift their heads...

Dear Mr. T Has the shards of your lost promises touched you? They must cut the pads of your fingertips, on the hand you used to shake...

Bruise Nothing’s the matter these days. I’m enjoying the silence, the sunlight yellowing the room like summer, and this bowl of...

Sapphic Women, we lose when we turn each other into measures we hold each other up against. One woman’s life is not a liability— not a...

Orange You Glad God, I’m funny But just on paper Don’t ask me to engage Don’t ask me to split The seam of my head, Crack open my shell...