I felt the cell trauma—go back, go back—where the brain floats in cytoplasm, fledgling, scared—retell, retell—electric pulse in the...

There is a fear that grips me, A future foretold in a high school psych class Which planted the seed in my mind That madness can...

my parents are/were divorced my father is/was dead I did/did not mourn and grieve this situation is a dense fog and I cannot see or...

I. If you google search “Emily Dickinson,” nearly 8 million results instantly pop up, most containing short biographies, each painting...

The crunch of the snow beneath my feet sounds like my ears scraping across my pillow. Am I dreaming? I place my hands deep into the...

there’s a pit in my stomach it’s grown into a strawberry the spiders that live in it climb into my empty lungs turning the trees in my...

i got caught in the undertow of spring a shithole backyard burning rubber a red wheelbarrow with unbolted hinges my grandfather...

In the early dawn, drawn from sleep, I snake through dewy grass. Light gleams off of these fresh blades, in the foreground of the...

There’s something visually poetic about a man sleeping under a shrine of himself what good will your vanity do you? what good will...

“I heard that he’s on the run in Connecticut good riddance scum and crackheads like him are a waste of space here, the last thing Vermont...