ATLAS, part 2 restless road rage knots you in asphalt ribbons tied to sunset suicides––glass shards bleed out into the next life full of...

my voice isn't what you need right now, but Silence is betrayal. You cannot sit idly by. I’m sorry to tell you, if you didn’t already...

Make a list of all of the things you want to accomplish during the COVID-19 quarantine. Get immediately stressed out by the list. Throw...

The Bond House had a baby. Well, Michael and Claudia had a baby, and the rest of us are proud aunts and uncles. Mara was born into a...

The dinner table awaits. Despite having had the benefit of human history to develop language, we are shockingly bad at descriptions. As...

Sheol My littlest sister braids her Barbie’s hair in the middle of her room, and brings some cogent questions: I understand the sun...

For my grandmother: Vesta “Vicky” Davis Cook I mark my life with music. If there’s a song in my playlist, there’s probably a strong...

Whenever I finish a project, I feel empty. It’s not a scooped out feeling, it’s more of a “I’m not here” feeling. It’s like existing in a...

Healing is a complicated journey. You can think that you’re all done, but then something happens to remind you that more time is needed....

Autotomy I’m passions paled away ashy, waiting  for a word to flutter, hinging on this  fingernail, and that one scratching  out phrases...

Mucha will remain vigilant, waiting for his lady love. It’s funny how quickly we bond, to the point that we get so used to life together...

Months ago now, I told you that I was feeling better than I have in my whole life. That’s still true. In fact, sometimes I forget that I...

The Forgetting Season Gideon’s fur finally grew back,  two years after you shaved him  that summer, despite his undercoat.  His dappled...

This is for your mother, Kathleen. Even after I stopped loving you, I couldn’t move her from my heart. This poem was written when my...

Variables Climatiques La mer a crevé dans rien comme vous l’avez fait    il y a six ans maintenant; votre corpse est une coquille, un...

Holy Ground After I tell him I’m tired of crashing into someone else’s desperation, I reach for you and conquer misplaced loyalty with a...

Stuck inside. All I can do is read shitty romance novels. Why does this feel like a hostage situation? Since the rousing success of...

Claudia, Josefina & Sweet Baby Pineapple It is a well-established fact that the House is unusual. Let’s not talk about the revolving door...

My piece “in conversation with yet another therapist i stopped seeing” was announced as a finalist in the Lascaux Prize in Poetry...

I am pleased to announce the very recent acceptance and publication of my poem “Passive Drop” on Dime Show Review today. It is an honor...