the cowlick on the back of my head is in the shape of a vortex. a whirlpool yeah, that’s the word. I always thought that patch of hair...

we’re in the elevator falling floors away from summer in the next room, where September spins on a loom, a half-held moon catches our...

tonight I shaved my bush off for no reason other than to have one singular thing in my life that feels smooth and to create the illusion...

do you remember the ghost deer when we were so high out of our damn minds coming off that sunset hike in Zion. we couldn’t tell if they...

mother, I’ve left for the circus. mother, I won’t be home when supper is ready, the sound of the cow bell, the porch light left on....

there’s a particular kind of rain thunderous. mad rain pours down from buckets then gone that rain that rain reminds me of fucking you in...

Taos // February 2021 A reprieve with loved ones just after weathering one of the worst storms ever to hit Texas. And an excerpt written...

I wonder if you quit people. you know, the way you quit cigarettes steadfast but hidden round the back I wonder if you make love or if...

before the sex: a party hung around till tail lights only us then he slid hands I started to cry “we don’t have to.” and “Do you like to...

I wanna be your cowboy. strike that. I wanna be the horse yeah, I wanna be that horse who carries you. I want heartbeats synced and grass...

there’s blood stains on every pair of panties I own I stuck em in a bowl and dyed them all black I’ve had an IUD for ten years and had a...

I’ve been thinking a lot about color. Missing it In the bleakness in some of these recent days. I’ve been thinking about painting the...

we called it the Nunnery. 8 months 4 women under one roof— counting the dog. we healed in that house. cutting palm leaves in nightgowns...

Little pangs of remember all over. And our mattress is long gone. Left on a Brooklyn stoop for someone else to unzip their life on.

I keep looking at my breasts and thinking of nursing. Babies. Loads of them. Those screaming humans With rose bud Mouths. I tossed my bras

1. I’m bare skinned and belly down on a lamb skin rug. I’m watching myself in a mirror fixed to one side of a triangular plastic toy. The...

I hold her as an hour glass. perfect. creature. sand that tick tick ticks through that neck. in night, I hold her on her side watch the...

my life has been as ordinary as any other in that it has been extraordinary in corners built for my sole perception the magnificence of...

are you rain, she says. yes, yes, I am. how did you know? I say. “my grandmother was rain. Flash Flood. You.” she wants to know what my...

Healing is not a graph one can point to and there is no one course of action that can lead us there. It is a mercurial act of will and a...