i let the wrong parts of the year save me.  what i mean is i can’t remember the last time anything arrived on time, or stayed in the shape it promised. spring sunlight touches… read more

my nail polish is fading and you’re giving up on me. my hair is a mess and so is my mind. i stopped reading and started sleeping once the sun started to show. i… read more

it is 1:56am and i was going to write something profound here but instead i burst into tears looking at a picture of laura palmer. i hold on to something until i do not… read more

old habits don’t die hard, they sink in their teeth and never let go. old habits will find you on a slow tuesday night and they leave the porch light on so you remember… read more

i read today in the horoscopes that winter has been rough for you. it was something about change and loss,  and letting go / letting it go / letting me go. have you let… read more

my mother used to bake her dreams into my dinner to make up for the ones she lost in the delivery room and lately i’ve been crumbling beneath the weight of ways i could… read more

i missed your call the other day. i eat my apples sliced. i am nineteen. i am healing from things i did not tell my mom. i am healing from things i did tell… read more

i remember this time when / i was eight years old and / i thought i could save everyone so / i hid your bottles in my bedroom / buried them beneath stuffed animals… read more

after Michelle Awad’s “I used to be a poet” i used to be a writer / because someone once told me i talked too much / but that was only after someone else said… read more