The boy in Venezuela, wiser than his years, learning to draw from the twisted skulls of his father’s tattoo parlor. His hope burns...

I want to write ‘this is mine’ in your skin. Stain it purple and red so it stands out. Sign it with the indentations of canines and...

You’re like the creeping frost that outlines my windows; Beautiful, tenuous, and undoubtedly cold. Statuesque limbs and broad shoulders,...

The bright blue paint was the first thing that greeted me when I walked up to 50 Main Circle. I scanned the structure, from the sides to...

Dear God, Just wondering if you are listening up there because, well, today I have reached my limit. I was raised catholic so you've...

i want to be alone in every direction. the way i stand, eyes closed in the doorway, listening for the rain —            hesitantly; i...

Welcome to the land Of white picket fences Of home baked goods And good homey intentions Where actions don’t matter So long as “They...

I knew you were dangerous the moment I pulled up to your house, you nervously walking towards my car with a spliff in hand. You leaned in...

I am a cursive body running laps on your notepad telling you the story of how we first met. I am the best type of tickle -- a spark that...

I’ve been cracking open my knuckles Under his nose so he can smell my marrow. § I’ve been letting him scrape His fingers across the clay...