A letter to my friends in bad relationships When I say, “sacrifice him on your altar,” I mean break up with him and the gifts will follow. I mean sometimes you have to eat the apple to get to...

The bird I saw the bird heard its high pitched trill when I thought of a bird it’s what I saw autumn its cold-warm glow the wind burnt my wet hair or that’s how it seemed then four years after the c...

In the Image Guernica and grief in the image, grief of mothers in the image, grief of fathers and children in the image, places where we once ate sweets in the market in the image, concrete in t...

Almost Asleep / You Called Those Flowers Dragon Mouths      The house you decided to trade for a life in the city is there,    and then it’s not there anymore, just a void on Calle Re...

Taking a Picture of the Waxing Gibbous Moon with My Shitty Phone I tried to forget this poem the entire walk, to let the lines go and focus on the meaty slap of my sandals against the pavement, th...

slipped off like satin...

"I feel like I finally am emerging into the kind of person who can write the books I truly want to."