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...