Remember back when you were young? You thought you’d get a diploma the old-fashioned way. The first voice of a new generation screaming,...

The thing is… I think I could have really loved you, And I think if we had allowed ourselves the possibility of that feeling I would have...

I wanted to go with her to the gate—or at least as far as security would allow—but she stopped me. Sarah held up her ticket, printed in...

I’m so damn dizzy. Quiz me what’s up and my mind reels. Feels like I’m a kid outside on a bright day raising a broom with two hands...

Addressing our ideas of sports and reviewing the history of feminism could be required in finding a place for transgender women athletes...

A poem was written down four years ago, the notebook subsequently lost. But like an oft-viewed video the images still appear clear as the...

After ‘Incarnations of Burned Children’ by David Foster Wallace   The half-chewed octopus lay like a tumour on the gold-rimmed dinner...

The flesh has fallen from her face and you thought-- well, she lost some weight. Didn’t you notice how she covered  the curls wincing...

I see the head of yours kissing mine, these two toothbrushes, touching, laying side by side above the sink gives me hope of how they’ll...