Poetry

A Satellite on a collision course, becomes its own supernova.  Scraps of metal hurl through a pool of junk. Ursa Major moonlights as a...

Steady streams off cheekbone cliffs to the plunge pool. A man made Waterfall.  Kids swim here  under a blistering sun, unaware it’s their...

I’ve had men  tell me sweet nothings,  pinky swears, and birthday wishes, and  I call their bluff.  Grief aches  beyond the sternum. Ink...

Before my mom was  my mom, bare feet on the wood of her 1st home. Kitchen to Kitchen Table;  two small hands gripping the plate....

I am too much. Too far into this relationship, And I’ve left you behind. You’re still in the back seat of my car, seatbelt off, one hand...

I’ve always hated the word fat. I’m not fat.  Not fat, just: curvy, big boned, “bigger,” plus sized, sure, think thick with two Cs, but...

The sky— a deep blue piece of construction paper. Stars dusted over like a bottle of glitter knocked off the table in haste, no time to sweep it up. But, in the existential chaos of the cosmos there you are. Because that’s Hercules’s belt, you tell me. I’m finding the patterns, following your hand, waiting  for it to come back down to meet mine. Engulfed in reeds and cattails the wooden planks become our island.  I crane my neck to take it all in, saying a silent prayer to th

We are talking about a lie I told 10 years ago. You laugh, “That’s not even that bad!” Our eyes fixed on the moon. We crane our necks...

In a pink box under my bed there are letters. Collecting dust & keeping company with worn out clothing for a doll & a forgotten notebook. In the box, under the letters there is a torn bazooka bubble gum wrapper. “You smelled like maple,” I wrote. A photo of us at a Christmas party. I’m leaning into your chest the lights behind us out of focus. “I don’t think you do anymore. I don’t know why.” The box isn’t big enough to hold the memory of you; kissing me on the bridge, —“Soul

when it’s night, but you look out the window and the whole neighborhood is blue. bugs still chirping. Had you slept like the rest of the...

Clouds stretched out against the dark blue canvas in light brush strokes. Like someone had changed their mind, and painted over the sunny...

From my window I can see the row of lampposts. Just from the right of the middle One of the bulbs keeps going in and out. You have to pay...

You used to kiss me, tequila on your lips. My ears would flush. In my sister’s apartment complex, the stairwell from the 70s, waiting for...

I walk down the hall and hide myself from the watchful eyes of my peers. I don't know what I've done to provoke these glances that...

There is a Moth in my room now. Fluttering against the purple paint, fumbling to the light. He has taken up residence in my desk lamp...