Writing

poem

Who Owns Our Bodies?

Because when I think of me And that perfect beach body I’m not thinking of myself I’m thinking of a celebrity   Because when…

poem

The Coolest Fashionista

Wrap me up in expensive binds kill the cows and chop the pines teach me how to tie my lace and show me how…

poem

YOUR DISENGAGEMENT PRESENT

Put a ring on the third finger and it crusts off into dry mud until it crumbles off Vaguely, casually, without any pain I…

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King Rodney

Forgive me father I have never taken the D Train.   I’ve had no occasion To take the express To a part of Brooklyn…

poem

Things We Think We Know

The sun will rise, its rays extend through space That galaxies and planets move in place We watch her phases as the moon proceeds…

story

Walk with the Dead

Wind chills: The sylph slithering her multitudinous fingers through, cadaverous against my skin. The sun had made a breach in the clouds, but its…