I miss New York Smoking on the block Running from the opps Crackheads on 125 NY till I die—GLTTT! Never sit, Always stand when I’m...

The world has this thing about continuing And the things piling continue as well Things. They have a way of truly destroying a...

I should’ve known it was something bigger when the radio started turning off and on. If someone really wants to mess with me, all they...

Six states away and I can hear his heart beating Our love, telepathic We are always so far from each other our brains have learned to...

i spent that summer waitressing at the pub down in poppy. it was always tired fathers drinking bud light in baseball hats, showing me...

1. My fingers are entangled in the satinette fabric of the drapes. There is a shadow stirring in the light being cast from the porch. ...

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...