as if you are not the very definition of successhere i am in my thirtieth year sporting horse oil and salt-crusted eyes still choosing the wrong men eating myself sick hunting for...
closet optimist“hope springs eternal” etc. confronted with questions about the men who sojourn in and out of my life i retreat instinctively behind an...
liminalall too soon, we’ve returned to streets colonized by holiday masses. my blood slows to a sluggish crawl, desires muted even as my mind...
what it would look like to live without worryjust once, i would like for there to be no ifs or buts in my life. no rough edges to be sanded away. no dark clouds on the horizon. no...
genealogymy people don’t shy away from the sun, tough questions or much of anything my people eat revolution for breakfast, having endured...
acquired tastethe truth is, i’m not for everyone. a statement less elitist than matter of fact. whether this is the product of a sharp mind or sharp...