The Anxious Girlfriend's Unruly Skeletons Call until the landline fries, pinch the wire, shaking of heartburn, think about your limbs...

[Swirling] SWIRLING, swooping, diving, fluttering, crazed magpies around the chimney, like vampire bats, each one sharp and black,...

The Day Before Yesterday Meanwhile, Franz Kafka sells another piece of his dead mother’s jewelry to pay for his brothel visits. Pablo...

Yes, I am trying, I am trying to be good. I can find my way around my life now with my eyes pressed shut. I can soften into the comfort...

Angel’s Landing Rust ledges, layered thick slabs of pork belly. The ravine welcomes the high school suicidal thoughts the hotline warns...

after Japanese Breakfast Turn around and look into the camera, then look at me. I want to believe in you. In cinema we can preserve our...

daylight sinks gradual like a truck on dead tires. a time for collapse and shadows, creeping the way water grows ice out on cold...

after J Jennifer Espinoza Sometimes, when you pull me close & tell me you could be the one, I antagonize the word love. I measuretape my...

lightning strikes in the barest of places. twelve pm on a warm april thursday. clarity, the bag in my mother’s room. clarity, those words...

& the ocean no longer speaks of despair. We sit unafraid with our toes in water, gather every crumb with bare hands. Fourth of July: the...

the shadow of the tree drips black fruit on forest floor. fruit, sounding like water country in chinese, blooms from the mouth of my...

after paige lewis i like the way your teeth clack. is that weird? i like your conspicuous color. i like how your back bends. i prefer...

first printed in Half Mystic Journal —and I mold this form into a ventriloquist. What is a serenade except a game of clues ruled by...

In my gray joggers and Harvard sweatshirt, running my hands over the vegetables to find the good ones, the same way my mother did all...

on the taxi ride home, the Driver plays everybody wants to rule the world and sinks a marlboro cigarette in three drawn-out, pensive...

a nesting doll self of Sad Girls / & i hate listening to advice i drunk / dialed my ex every fall weekend soggy & hardening / into old...

Previously published in the Aurora Journal and Eunoia Review. It’s early sunrise when our Volvo finally stops. Out the window, the sky...

Ama requests (一) help to collect fruit from the tree (二) outside. She hands me a green garbage (三) bag and points to where I need to...

“And we will never be alone in this world No matter what they say We're gonna be okay” -The Mountain Goats “San Bernardino” Two cups of...

I. because every year the salt-coloured field of ice glides over the lake’s silent body outside my window like an unmarked tombstone....