Prose & Poetry

Only a fool would seek his likeness in history. Seek not this clown in Machiavelli’s folios—this […]

I wake up on our wedding day to a scream (from the ones I had buried

Lost In The Quantum Depths Of Night I am in the now centered no longer entangled

The door opens, but I don’t move or open my eyes. I continue my slumber, and

I know you first as a breeze passing by my shoulder. I’m caught in the scent

cleanse shame with suds and rain nobody cares for nobody conceding to the system hungover from

I feel I have survived something perilous when I tell my friends about him like I

This is girlhood: dreams of killing, hoping to exhume my own body. On the best nights,

chicken, chicken! let’s go chicken every time i eat it, the damn plot thickens i write