The burning queen always rises from the ashes, like her phoenix. The world attacks the walls of the queen, the… Read more The Burning Queen
Today, I bought a typewriter– a teal Olivetti Studio45. I have been wanting a typewriter since I was a child,… Read more Support my upcoming book!
I stood in your old bedroom and I thought I’d be transported back again– to when I loved you– but… Read more September 8th — Over
how do you always know the best way to love me? you respond to my attempted aggression with calm, gentle… Read more heaven-sent baby
it starts in the deep, red pits of my stomach. the monster claws its way up my throat from the… Read more green
my bedroom window is wide open and the smell of fresh rain is drifting in, filling the room with a… Read more another day
january in new york was difficult. i was completely alone, and struggling to make ends meet. i lost my best… Read more my birthday, two thousand and sixteen
it’s about ten in the morning and i’m sitting under two trees by cayuga. it’s quiet and it’s warm, but… Read more prompt: write something happy.
sitting in the warm coffeeshop in collegetown, missing my baby. the rain pours outside the window and i sip my… Read more untitled v
i’m sitting in the corner of a coffee shop, wearing a brown corduroy miniskirt and a black turtleneck. my hair… Read more alternate meeting – table meant for two
for my terri , for my baby girl … a response. for you. it’s all for you.
i’m exhausted. i don’t know if i feel anything at all- or everything at once? is this a riptide or stillwater? everything’s a blur. i’m hardly standing.