“giddyup!” he said, his fist wrapped tightly around my ponytail. i had long hair, then, down to my […]
No one asks the fae to start Spring, they simply do, the same way nettles sting or clouds […]
Encounters start, mostly, with small talk. Hello, how are you, what did you do today, cool shirt, you’re […]
Introduction In October 2024, I was diagnosed with high-functioning borderline personality disorder. Since then, I’ve begun reflecting on […]
Annotations on Chappell Roan’s “My Kink is Karma” May connotes debts unpaid—to the rain, to flowers, to each […]
“To live is to be willing to die over and over again.” —Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart […]
“You were a pleasure to work with,” my counsellor said, her face warm and round like a pumpkin. […]
It had nothing to do with the way her nose whistled when she breathed or the fact that […]
a shadow sits in a meadow. you can’t see its face or its arms or legs or anything. […]
ley lines (/leɪˈlaɪnz/) noun a network of straight lines thought by pseudo-archaeologists to connect sacred sites. i. The […]
Bury me in that red-rocks desert, Where the lilies don’t grow And the mountains cast a shadow On […]
It feels like every poem I’ve ever written has, in some way or another, been about spring. Ironically, […]
In the rain, we have potential –It’s where all things come to take root– while running water, rings […]
This time of year, I think of the mornings when I wake up next to you. The sun […]
The sun set, my skin burnt red, the beetles had gone from my brain. A porch light turns […]
can i be the bud of a new leaf still curled inwards on the branches of a tree […]
after “Looking for Ram, Looking for Allah” by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee Thousands of lifetimes ago, I was named […]