I cried today when I woke from dreaming of the inside of a hug that felt like warm afternoon sunshine on bare shoulders on the first...

An Updated Self-Portrait, February 14, 2021 Dear First and Forever Valentine, You're my absolute most favorite person in the multiverse,...

She said I am free to choose to be free I could be free like she is free, she said That I only need to let go of the rest of the world ...

Blood At the first Blow The Impact Unnoticed until Ears ringing The soft Thud of The first droplet Crash-landing on the carpet...

YOU. ARE. LUMINOUS. I know, I know, some days are dark days, troubled days, bed days under blanket days. Some days are off days,...

incredible plants, Technicolor, Emerald City green, impossible leaves, Jurassic, from before everything got so much smaller, shelter for...

only hot things today please, warm things only, everywhere is cold, please can I return to my queen-sized bed full of toasty cats, I...

I don’t know how to answer the hair color question for my driver’s license because like the rest of me my hair isn’t just one thing it’s...

I didn’t know what I would find there in the house that looked a little like the one I lived in a hundred years ago, in that other life,...

velvet soft like roses pink like peony like sweet pea except even flowers aren’t really quite exactly that shade of pink they wiggle...

Dear Spider who lives in my car tiny architect of daily windshield webbery You are quite well-traveled clinging tightly to the glass or...

We were almost exactly the same age, twins practically, metaphorically. Born fifteen days apart, I came under the sign of the Crab, ruled...

I once heard that Hemingway said we’re all broken, that’s how the light gets in, which is lovely, but Hemingway never said it. What ...

Let’s build a house of Legos Not those off-brand bricks that don’t quite snap together let’s be rich enough to afford the real ones...

miniature philosophers teachers of existentialism every waking moment truly lived laughter so infectious fury so inexplicable...

The Wandering Woman, they say, must be of the sea, of merfolk, of sirens, she is selkie, she, who must always follow the call of the...

I first met her in Art Appreciation. Art one-oh-one, where the professor was young and fresh and he’d only been teaching for two years so...

(or What I Would've Said to the Woman at the Grocery Store Who Called Me a Dyke If She Hadn't Run Away) If by dyke you mean a low wall...

Sweet peaches in the marketplace on my way to school, seventy-five euro-cents each. Afternoon snack from the gelato shop under umbrellas...