top of page


To My Snake Plant
Some plants wilt if you shift them just an inch. Others thrive even after weeks alone. Some return home to find them thriving still green, wild, loyal He is more a snake plant. I’m more of a peculiar eucalyptus. It’s not my fault. Still, I feel guilty. A sensitive stem. Water me. Whisper sweet nothings. Brush my leaves. Carry me from corner to corner. Just don’t leave me alone drying and crisping. It doesn’t matter. I’ll fade away anyway Love has its seasons Replace me but no
1 min read


Naked and Afraid
My father used to say: “I raised you this way.” Like Mulan in the war, I passed as a man in girl form. After a few hard years he told me,...
1 min read


I Never Told Anyone (Except My Therapist)
I standin the kitchen. On the counter I imagine a scene. I grab a sharp knife, gleaming to a point. Instead of the meat from the...
1 min read


The House is Haunted
The house is haunted You have to believe me It doesn’t matter How many EMF machines or cameras we set To catch the ghoul That made us...
1 min read


My Mother's Anxiety
I held some grapes more than my hand could grasp. Some tumbled onto the floor and fled. I ran to retrieve them, as if someone stood...
1 min read


On the Sofa
I knew you like a full belly knows rest hands intertwined like a rake gliding through grass we fit together like slices of warm bread...
1 min read
bottom of page