which translates directly to “love dog” there is something impossibly tender in recognizing a creature was made for love when we often...

unholy suspension of antimatter. ball of tar, lacquered with moonlight. it stains my teeth for hours, geisha-like. the taste - nutty lick...

i sip silver needles they bloom briefly in my mouth and i let them go

thought you could “scare the shit out of me.” thought i would burst into tears, that i would “go back to where i came from.” my face an...

and i falter. how to describe this erratic pulsing behind my right ear? the pain detonates in clusters, punching through me like a boxer....

jasmine’s wild sister: magnetic, daring, just this side of elegant. voluptuous in her fragrance — all salt and musk and honey. queen of...

does it deepen love to know precisely why the heart stirs at the turn of a poem or with each sip of spiced chocolate what good does it do...

i start waxing dangerously philosophical. something magical about how clay softens water. rounds it out, makes it sweeter. glass bears...

“one door closes, and another door opens.” “trust the process.” yada yada yada. i’m so sick of people telling me to look on the bright...

no was my first word, but it was stolen right out of my lips, flung to the bottom of an ocean where it would be swept along like...