Poetry

In the study of comparative trauma, it is important to ask how much have you suffered, and is it enough? Hello, are you still breathing? No, this is...

He uses your full first name right from the start, and you let him because neither of you intends to stay: he'll go home and so will...

When social distancing, how far: the mirage of others, ombre of their vanishing points like—and only like—a hem stained dark, dementing the spectrum with evanescent egg wash,...

Before everything shut down, we took a walk         through the fish, immune     inside their walls.           ...

                                after Xavier Villaurrutia [first day ] No one home. In the...

     ...quand il n'y a plus rien à retrancher. Terre des Hommes Accommodation. Once we’d learned to spell it, found a pleasant sphere for an extended...

Steady at their webs on the brilliant edge, Chicago spiders range outside the windows across the 94th floor, at every vantage their dedicated tensile silks arrayed upon the...

We can swim here— only fish and shells to glide with, a full alternate below-world. A single language where breath and tears are invisible, muted darkness making us all blind. There is...

we are standing feet apart between thorny rose vines, some potted sapling trees. A child, unaware the rules, breathes in, chokes out, weaving too close to...

I’ve come for you, cushion-soft instead of being wrapped, we’re loose salt and spray / solid and shadow at once a frame brightens lime when one of...

In the last days, we press our dirty bodies together A new kind of prayer—and I am asking you To be honest with me, I am asking...

Loose Lips Lift All Slips It wasn’t so long ago and then it was. Sliding till you hit false bottom, wrestling metaphor for sleep. It wasn’t so long and then...