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...

Sometimes, on rainy days I want to sit still, resisting the lure of T.V. and phone screen and lean upon the windowsill long enough, until...

No portal  to some magic land  for you. Your armor of long ago-- a carapace of tangled curls and the key to the attic-- will not save...

Here, where long fields curve and bees spread apart the fuzzy middle of flowers, where the loam is loose and dark, one seed has yet to...