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...

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...

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...

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

Hermit Crab Hermetism There’s something in your sleeping breath that reminds me of a hermit crab gathering its courage to find a home...

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...

My Gujarat Girl She never told me, but I knew the way she slept in mango trees and rolled over ripened fruit, a fragrant mess as she...

As I struggle with yet another pressure migraine, I think fondly (okay, no so fondly) on the scarce few mornings in which I have woken up...

Rosebud I felt a pinch in my palm: a rosebud sprouted from my life line. Its sepals clung together like a trembling suit of armor. I...

Life has been pretty rough for me as of late. I’ve been through the wringer, and I’m just trying to keep my shit together long enough to...

With so much time on my hands these days, I reflect a lot. A year ago, I met a young girl who was on the verge of tears every time I saw...

I’ve been fiddling around with poetry a lot more these days because, for me, it’s a lot easier to write a poem and express myself than it...

So, I’ve been rocking this whole 9-5 thing for a whole three days now. I gotta say, while it is soul crushing, there are some serious...