This is for your mother, Kathleen. Even after I stopped loving you, I couldn’t move her from my heart. This poem was written when my...

Holy Ground After I tell him I’m tired of crashing into someone else’s desperation, I reach for you and conquer misplaced loyalty with a...

Stuck inside. All I can do is read shitty romance novels. Why does this feel like a hostage situation? Since the rousing success of...

My piece “in conversation with yet another therapist i stopped seeing” was announced as a finalist in the Lascaux Prize in Poetry...

I can’t believe that I’ve actually had 10 pieces accepted this year. After setting the goal for myself at the end of July, I never...

When I was growing up, I had no idea that people traveled in August. Where I’m from, vacations happen in June and people spend their time...

A Year Drowning in Ladybugs Aphids are laying eggs underneath my fingernails. I’m looking for ladybugs to eat them all up, fatted so I...

when i realized i’d never forgive you when i saw the trumpeter blow the horn, my jericho heart came down, moved from flesh to fluid. it...

A Love Poem for Cary Grant (the name I gave my depression) I tell my friend I think about suicide every night, the thought a pillow mint...

This week has been one of those “When it rains, it pours” sort of situations. After a submission frenzy earlier this month, two of my...

Exciting news, everyone. My poem “Rule of Nines” has recently been published by the gracious team at The Indianapolis Review. Please,...

Redistribution Your head is a Lazy Susan spinning busy, out of control like the wheels of time grinding you down. Are you feeling a...

My father always told me to look to the stars to find my way home. That was true a long time ago, when he was younger, before the...

a long term cure for paronychia we linger on your hangnails, preparing to be chewed away. i want you to dip me headfirst into paraffin...

There is smoke. It has grown thicker over the last hour, invading my lungs and stinging my eyes. I take another hit and begin to cough....

Dez is not a morning person. I remind myself of the fact when I feel the urge to ruffle his hair. His snapping turtle role isn’t worth a...

June 12, 2008 It’s mosquitos swarming and the screen door slapping against the hickory frame as my body is stretching out of girlhood ...

Untethered The world is made of string, all held together, tangled, tripping though resting on quantum foam to make up quarks both...

Burn Wise Wood smoke cannot be contained, though persuaded to linger in the slope of your shoulder then visited by the keen talent of my...

Striped I fell from a dock in the summer, split my hand open like a ripened fig, blood drip-dropping to ruddy the waves while I gulped...