I never showed you our dance last night,  you told me twenty minutes only  but I waited for an hour, or maybe two,  or maybe another...

The war I wage is sweet and red. Warriors appear in fruit baskets, on counters, In paper totes, ripe. I wield a knife, A cutting board...

he floats in pools of champagne and watches his daughter from outside her window as she sleeps. her priced eyes were sold for a new...

i miss you. even though you’ve given me so little to miss. i’m just a person you know a friend you talk to… sometimes. i imagine us...

eighteen months old and my first word, ma (妈), had the new-born ambivalence of english Ma and chinese mā. the sound pinched flat at the...

I remember by the pool: speakers on, cigars lit, drinks cold. The smell of machismo in a Cuban household. Men around a table, their wives...

On July 28th, 2023, Radiolab aired an episode called “Little Black Holes Everywhere,” proposing that the 1908 Tunguska event may have...

do you still part the soft belly of a pomegranate with the tip of your fingernails? does sand salt the soles of your shoes though you’ve...

so I stared ever since the magnificent maze under the lakeshore crumbled, the smoke even smelled like ancient cola cans and rotten fabric...

I see my reflection in the puddles of bathroom stalls, smile a toothy grin maw opening, wide to swallow, me whole, so I scramble back But...

to the sides, nooks and crannies of my mind like baked pasta burnt onto the side of a pan. Hungry, I had made a meal out of...

The white petals fall A July shower Last in every sense Too late for water Too late for joy Too late for life The sky is painted An...

I yearn to find a place to undress in the soil, looking still, pacing until I am reborn uncomfortably in the eyes of the moon, hiding...

If I woke up in your body today I would change I would put on a nice set of clothes and apologize I would say sorry for things you have...

round as egg yolk furred like peach crinkled and creased like tender kale leaf soft as plump fish (and floppy sometimes) wiggling...

Beauty is in the blood that makes me, and shame is watching it run. These hands ache from what I’ve done. Brilliant stripes of red to...

she starts by adding flour to the bowl at night when her children and husband begin winding down there’s butter, water, eggs, and salt on...

I cannot kiss him, and he cannot kiss me. it’s been this way for years. I’ve yearned and learned that asking doesn’t necessarily mean you...

I used to like watching the lobsters who live at the grocery store. We'd go to pick up a prescription and I'd drag mom to the seafood...

Not me, but the glass bangle jangling around my wrist. I want to know, do you still feel pain when you are slammed against linoleum...