
Category: Featured

On A Dime
“Ten films?” The X-ray technician looks at my referral while I stand anxiously next to the mammogram machine. “Who ordered this?” She sits down at the little desk against the wall, back to me, flipping my chart pages up and down. “My breast surgeon,” I answer. Ever since my cancer Read more

The Bitter Tree
1. I would like to make the case for bitterness, and I don’t want anyone to stop me. Don’t tell me how ruinous it is to hate the neighbors who voted for my demise—they’re hanging the Christmas wreaths alongside signs with that man’s name. I’m no stranger to bromides about Read more

What Depression Tells Me
It’s a pain that is mental and physical all at once. It feels hard to move. My body aches as if I am sick, well, because I am sick. Mental illness is just that: an illness. Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t real. Trust me, it Read more

My Pretty Nails
My pretty nails brittle on the backside. The shellac is shiny, And consumer-facing. The glitter gradation Disguises the delayed self-care. The missed appointment And week four gel Deprived the beds of oxygen. A ten-minute massage temps me Adding to the bill and Distracting my impulse to unlock my phone Forgetting Read more

Among the Mist
Her blue eyes follow us from behind the dip In the cascading hill of brown and green and red. They say she’s a runner— Fit with a halter that never comes off. Her soft nose meets my hand, Her feet prodding the back of my calves. I slip against the Read more

THE WHITE GOD RISES
January 20, 2025 Behind dark mountains at dusk, the white god rises.Long after the loss of trust, the white god rises. During eclipse, they bang pans to bring the moon back.She laughs, what’s wrong with the cusp? The white god rises. Who sculpts the shape of woman, the shape of Read more

Hamaatsa
a couple on the run, begun though it had ended, painting red lines, black streaks, triangles on the wall, forget the shortest distance, draw a circle with directions in the dirt, in the sand, in the movement of a hand, tracing imaginary cities across each other’s skin, spots of love Read more