Premonitions arrive at my house, with and without invitations
The flyers that are delivered despite the “No Junk Mail” sticker on my mailbox are an omen. If there’s a…
Love is such an amorphous word
You must be a ghost because some days ghosts are the only thing worth loving. I mean—young ghost, I don’t…
Can you define me by what I am not?
Is it absurd to wonder whether galaxies mourn the death of their stars? I assign breath to entities with no…
Poem for a day when I cannot write
Respect that the words don’t know how to flow today, love. They congeal and coagulate. You can’t be part of…
forget about frogs in a grocery store
How am I supposed to forget about the frogs? They were lined up along the upright freezers. It started, I…