This poem was originally published in Picaroon Poetry (Issue #18).
Staring through a window, I didn’t see my reflection, but instead my corpse. My chest caved in; my lungs sucked dry from Read More
This is not the final published version of the poem. To access the final and original publication, click the following link: Anesthesiology. Read More
This poem was originally published by Maudlin House.
Darkness strained to overwhelm a triumphant light, the oppressed people burgeoning in numbers to only falter in tenacity. Even during the brightest Read More
For weeks, all I did was listen, my eyes closed. My body grew numb months ago, down to my fingers and toes, Read More
You’re both young, and in love. You agree to move in together. All your belongings are jointly threaded by your souls, from Read More