My youth? I hear it mostly In the bells of her springtime giggles I smell it mostly In the sun-soaked sky and Stepped-on skunkweed I...

His house sits empty and still as the melody of his favorite classical sonata dances through open spaces. On a blue sofa pushed against...

Her arm delves into warm May soil, Wriggles like the worms Her grandfather cleaved With the whites of his fingernails Then punctured and...

I like to believe that when someone dies, their soul explodes among the clouds like a supernatural supernova. Smaller pieces have fallen...

Within​ ​my​ ​body,​ ​beneath​ ​the​ ​bones a​ ​wildness​ ​thrives ​– A​ ​mess​ ​of​ ​tangled​ ​vines climbs​ ​my​ ​ribs in​ ​search​...

Cumulonimbus​ ​tidal​ ​waves blanket​ ​the​ ​sky like​ ​an​ ​overcast​ ​of​ ​clean​ ​bed​ ​sheets calming​ ​you​ ​into​ ​a​ ​dream. It’s​...

I. On one of those dreary Autumn days, rain collects in the asphalt. These canals will soon freeze split the ground beneath my feet...

I share my mother’s cuticles, her calloused hands and round knuckles that crack every morning like chimes on a clock. I carry my mother’s...

the night nurses chain-smoke outside of cape cod hospital, drink their coffee from styrofoam dixie cups, and pick lint off their pastel...

The rope was knotted when I found it. White and worn, tense from the front to back with knots stretching as long as 5 feet and 11...