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...

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

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