the world’s eyes must have first beheld kindness. it was the first thing to move across the hot, emerald-dark mouth of the earth,...

after Frank O’Hara / after Roger Reeves / after Ocean Vuong You’ll be grateful for the way the holly leaves tore at your skin with sweet...

I’ve never gone a summer without seeing you. Burrowing out of the skirts of the earth to peep through sidewalk cracks, splintered mud,...

Today some things worked as they were meant to. Mine are the night and morning, the power that gives with liberal hand. Tell me the...

“I did not kidnap them.” To even have to say it felt stinging and backhanded, as if I were having to prove something to my estranged...

Author's Note: This is an excerpt from my larger, unpublished novel, "Superstitions: The Grimoire of Callings." I am currently trying to...

This post is a continuation of the first 10 pages posted by the Phoenix. Visit them here. This story contains elements of domestic abuse,...