A Letter to My Little Sister (short fiction) I want to wrap you in bubble wrap. You’re laughing at me now. I can see it. Your eyes rollin...

My Sister and KYA (short fiction) KYA was the “cool” radio station back then. My sister and I used to play poker on the front steps on Tu...

I think this time I’ll remove the pieces from the puzzle instead, break up lily-pad ponds and cloud-puff evenings. I will pick out my fav...

Feb 10, 2020 We sit at the top of the little hill, basking in the sun, golden for a moment. Our soft serve melts in our paper cups. Green...

Instead (Italic lines from Marry Oliver’s Song for Autumn): Instead of the nothingness of air and the endless freshets of wind what wi...

Why Are There Robots In My Bedroom? I wake up this morning from the unrelenting beams of the sun on my eyes. Although, today, the rays s...

We’ll Be The Villain and You’ll Take the L A Villanelle From College Admissions We’ll read each word closely, for we truly respect you. B...

Stiff I have placed my being into a ceramic pot. It is here that I lie with my toes tucked and my elbows cold against its dry, shaded for...

An Ode to Limits We bantered down the streets, talking. I think I met you at a neighborhood gathering out back of a stranger’s mansion, y...

My Sister’s Eyeshadow After Liddy’s Orange by Sharon Olds She stands in front of the mirror with the door cracked, mostly shut, but enoug...

i don’t want to be thinking of you i’ll be the first to admit i don’t want to be thinking of you. on the occasional day, when i stepped i...

The Days Blueberry stamps on my hands Forming twenty different bands Everyone understands me Eating cough drops like candy Those were ...