once, a dandelion seed flew into my hair - the little pit suspended by parachute leaves - i grabbed the head of the flower and pinched it...

“women say they aren’t objects but pull shit like this?” muscles ripple under the skin of your thigh, like rocks dropped into running...

: you think my hair is pretty? well let me tell you that my soul has been on fire since the day I finally saw the icy outlines of the...

Unmade by prayer, It's my solemn duty to organize the stars into scriptures. The horizon curves under our touch, expanding, billowing...

A mass of Satan’s peddlers gather in the tilting alleyways, their ragged clothes appearing those like the robes of little kings, their...

there was a time / when you had to bite your tongue / to stop yourself / from blurting out your love for me / my friends still ask about...

i. every day. every hour. every minute. every second. all dedicated to traversing cracked stone steps. over and over. there’s a...

Beneath the grounds of the national shrine, the black cowhide combat shoes are now obsolete and the sharpness of its tips are worn off by...

I. i think there is a machine in my basement. it grinds with the thunder-roll of gears on gears, spits and flickers in binary love. if...

YOUR FREEDOM, when you finally find the means by which to claim it, feels like a song: a lone, tastefully cracked voice hovering over...