Category: Poetry

I was the stone, I was the woman. Upon a winter’s accord With Medusa’s wayward glance, I melted...

I can’t fathom the thought of spending the rest of my life  without your breath against my back at...

he kissed like  he was drowning: she threw him one life raft after another. his head sank...

for forgiveness and an eye for beauty. The blister on my mother’s hand attests to this truth. It...

The same dream once more: running breathlessly through a forest where the trees grow downward from...

And now that i have arrived At Island City with its open beaches, Friendly laws, fresh breathing...