an ode to an hour alone do you remember when you broke because you didn’t want your mom to know you were crying? you waited until she left the house with your sister, to go to a volleyball game. you... Continue Reading →
explaining poetry to my grandmother I do not say “I write about myself” because it sounds pretentious to say my bones crash into stanza, where piles of powdery rubble tearing my own physical structure apart— ++++++++++ --limb by limb— ++++++++++... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 