to an American, fireworks are aesthetic & emblem of a New Year. to a Palestinian, fireworks are the reverberation of bodies crumbling,...

The boy at the corner store counts his pennies like he’s counting the days till he can leave. I watch him from my window, his body a map...

Little by little you reveal   expanses of skin   that won’t let me sleep.    First it was your clavicles,   how I dreamt of crawling...

In Port Crow’s mist, where shadows lean, The air is thick, the grass is green. A twisted tree, with branches bare, Holds whispers in the...

In the distance a gull screams As I dream of kelpies Leading a charge of Aquatic soldiers, cresting The waves and heading For shore with...

discarded, your cherished lyre, along with your wreath of myrtle and roses: gathering dust on the nightstand alongside a stack of...

i’m not smart because none of this makes sense how can your smile be left in the past tense? it was art how your heart moved through this...

faceless ancestors toil in bronze age fields across Europe erecting megalithic monuments imprinting cryptic messages that echo across...

The young girl fell from her nest...

Dressed in shades of shiny black, a drop of red upon his wing, he soars above a tiny shack, views the woman in the swing gliding slowly...

So today, yesterday's sore-ish ankle, turned into flaming immobility, necessitating some early horizontal-ity. In addition to the joys of...

A purple butterfly set down beside a pollywog —

Come sniff your way through my house of odors.

Anything in its path feels the pinch.

I walk down Newbury Street with Ronald McDonald.

My Father Died at Seventy-Four and my mother buried him at the Waynesville cemetery in a double plot with a pair of tombstones, one for...

I built an IKEA bookshelf Instead of going to therapy. I was just so… Tired. Of building invisible scaffolding That crumbled By the end...