Response to Sarah

Dear Sarah Manguso, When a writer makes money, they become commercial. To be a commercial writer is a success that drains all creativity and takes the hobby out of craft. Perhaps it is every writer’s dream to be paid for skill but at what cost. I’ve been searching for words. For years I have been... Continue Reading →

Nervous Thoughts

  I’m in the closet, I made it my home despite the bugs. I’m going to live here, cover myself in towels and sleep. I will not share this space with anyone. I am alone for some reason, there isn’t anyone home, the lights are off the couch is an unfamiliar black. We don’t live... Continue Reading →

Mother, I am a Woman 

Does my mother know? that I am craving sweet and dirty folktales That I am following rhythms cool and slick butter Melting cream   Does my mother see me? building wax figures Drenched in sweat pools Just to find divinity   Is my mother dreaming? of the child I used to be   Weak in... Continue Reading →

Mother, I remember

Mom I don’t remember what happens at the end of why the caged bird sings   I broke innocence. Decent Sex picking up red panties fish shaped bread after it was over.   Mom I Snuck to meet a man who didn’t love me I remember the angle of stars over the Cemetery the drive... Continue Reading →

Love the Leap Into the Frying Pan

The first thing that comes to mind is Ghostbusters, its 2016 and Jordan’s is rubbing on my thigh. Candy keeps falling into his lap and I leave it there. It’s the summer when I only wore red. We didn’t speak instead we found ourselves making out inside a Barnes and noble. We were covered by... Continue Reading →

Dear Michael

Dear Michael   June 25, 2009, I thought you had run away from the world to hide behind trees. I thought there was an island, commoners hadn’t discovered. Today 2019 I know that you are dead. I see evidence of it every year on your birthday. You are missed. I was six years old when... Continue Reading →

Bad Woman

  I’ve been thinking of the images of black beauty and picturesque scenes in Spike Lee’s She’s Gotta Have It the 1986 film. There’s warmth and perplexity in the movie, as the viewer tries to figure Nola out. The film made me question my role as a woman in society. I considered what my life... Continue Reading →

What am I, if not this?

I think a lot about running away these days into whatever wilderness that will take me. I think about burning the books I’ve journaled in to hide sins. I think too much about how to escape those who love me and their tears when I depart. It’s as if I’ve died. I think about how... Continue Reading →


God I just want to heal wounds With language The way the preacher stretches his tongue to talk about you God I just want you to watch geese with me So that I can grow to love the Hudson the way you do I can love the way you do say the way you do... Continue Reading →

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