1 call me dramatic / I think I’ll die if I stay here / by which I mean, I’ve burnt every bridge with a sharp tongue / by which I mean, I...

weeds grow tall, untended, past the iron gate. the air is too still, noiseless. loss hangs heavy here. concealed beneath yellow grass,...

my mother found photographs beneath the refrigerator in our first house. I always wondered how they were lost, why no one noticed they...

1 I never cared for the color of my own eyes before I saw his. coffee-with-cream brown. they drip honey in the sun. I swear they hold...

ingredients: one packet active dry yeast 2 cups lukewarm water, between 90–110° F 4 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for dusting 1 ½...

i my life: marked by milestones of meals, snapshots of snacks shared over tables. our house was is always will be...

a poem as my grandmother when I long for you, big brother, I long for sundays – how we skipped church and spent our mornings hiding in...

Carmel, California. 2006. The first time I remember seeing the ocean. The first memory not on faded photographs, but in my mind. I wear a...

after 'Midnight Mass' (2021) the blood of christ – wine, warm and rust-colored, coats my tongue and fills my throat with promises of...

The casket was closed. It was the one thing Freddie cared about, and the only input he gave when they discussed the funeral. He let Lisa...

I am twenty-three / standing in the rain of a pacific northwest thunderstorm on a september midnight / standing at the foot of the stairs...