Inventory: Things You’ll Find When She Dies

Behold, my Aesthetica Creative Writing Award shortlisted poem, a rewrite of an old poem from History of Present Complaint but … More

High Enough

I am standing on the roof. I am smoking a cigarette. I should be at work but I am too … More

09:23 The last time I met Emily Dickinson in my dreams we had coffee and ice cream, and I taught … More

It’s a strange feeling, this, to be left alone in the middle of a crowd, to be abandoned by people … More

Originally published by Lunate (August 2021).

Lately I haven’t been able to find the right words for “all of this” so I’ve been turning to visual … More

Another spontaneous Saturday night, you and I, rock and roll and warm white wine. We share a moondance, barely clothed, … More

I leave his house without kissing him goodbye and hurry down the empty street. I hear him bolting the door behind … More