Fiction and Poetry
Ancestry If my grandfather ever touched my body I do not remember. I was barely …
In One of the Episodes… I’m standing somewhere between fallen kingdoms and fading kin. A…
As if my arms were in chains As though my legs were cuffed to the…
What if I told you that on the night the police threw me into that…
To Make Sense of Heaven, I Drowned In Hell They told us to wear our…
Curse tragedy, you say. You will write a happy poem. You will talk about…
there’s a lingering tightness in my chest – like a bimini twist on a fishing…
Servitude “I suppose there’s a difference between voluntary and involuntary sacrifice.” – James Moore I…