My mother texts twelve times a day I have grown accustomed to texting her twelve times a day and today she has not text me once. I worry...

On colder days, I dream of sitting on the shoulder of a hill with Mary Oliver drinking a Capri-Sun. Blackcurrant. I'd ask her so many...

Morning kisses you on the forehead wide-eyed and wet with renewal and again, the sun winks batters her red lashes and paints you pink and...

I think about you so vividly, it is as though you are with me, breathing sweet air down my neck. You summon and I surrender; I am solely...

THE FALL WAS HER RISE (retelling of The Fall from Eve’s perspective, only in this version, Eve’s awareness of injustice catalyses her...

my eyes   wider      than         when I fell asleep   I dreamt    I was beautiful  no cloth skin to iron with fingertips or gums to suck...

Summer sits at the back of my throat like a cough drop deliquescing Spit soaked, she kisses my molars and I will taste her well into...

I got high on an empty stomach and I’m pouring mounts of honey hoops into my mouth, most missing and tripping down my chest. I pick the...

It is the summer of riots and rumination, and I am feeling uneasy about the political climate of the country. The fascists are feasting...

Much of my writing concerns the inequalities women experience, and if this sentence alone discourages you from pursuing reading my work,...

Sixty-eight thousand words deep, countless characters and plotlines in (possibly several plot holes too), I found myself in the situation...

upon the cliff, i verge on the brink of both excellence and insanity death and divinity with every possibility laid out before me the...

Mother rang me tonight, talking of the past as she often does. It is the month of June, grief-drenched June, and we both miss him...

AS TIME GROWS, HOPE SHRINKS and I want to know why. I have a theory, but I only did one year of psychology in university before switching...

Baby Grand, you set me apart. I am no longer girl, but Piano Girl. Witness my making of magic. Clunk. My shoe kisses the pedal. Cough. A...

It was the summer of salt-stained smiles from sea swims and skinny-dipping, toes clutching sand clutching shore clutching me clutching...

On Monday, the sun penetrated my walls the way the best lovers tend to; gently, like piercing thread through a needle, then all at once....

This morning I woke to a storm that started in the sky and crept into my chest, and now I'm bleeding rain. Shame straddles and smothers...

there are rope marks on my wrists, fat-bubbled flesh an orion’s belt of satin scars from sorry slips wrinkles like creased cloth at the...

(after, ‘A parental expose’) Somewhere between ripe and rotting, I will love me again Wear my flesh like rind and reclaim my sweetness I...