I try to find men, find them everywhere. Tendrils of hair on my sheets. Clumps of dust under my bed. I swallow men, wads of gum. They...

I strip before him acquiesce his whiskey-laced whisper. My body a map of angles contorting to his whim. Shredded sighs breathe vigor into...

The ancestors gape at me while hiding behind the chains of marriage motherhood memory. Hiding behind the curtains to the kitchens they...

Nostalgia is nicotine inhaled with abandon. Stretched on a blanket you glowed enveloped in mid summer sun hand almost touched yours skin...

The worst night of your life on the stoop sobbing smoking, silently coughing out memories. A jagged edge scrapes your essence from my...

Life is slow. On my skin his breath a cloud of velvet. In his palm my heart swollen and starving. My daydreams rot. Peaches smoldering...

A gray-haired lioness stretches beside me to the hymns of her own consciousness. Her body sags, skin twists, her scars will not hide....

Nostalgia is nicotine I inhale with abandon. Stretched on a blanket you glowed enveloped in mid summer sun my hand almost touched yours...

To Anais Nin, who wrote “I want to kiss a man whose passion rushes like lava through a chill intellectual world.” Rain beats against the...

face carved like an ancient statue slanted cheekbones as your head turns in that very place at just that moment the sunlight cuts across...