In my dream, my boyfriend, Joseph, was getting emotional and grieving his mom (who passed away four months ago) when I came out of my...

I screamed at you to buy a plane ticket so I could be close to you. You screamed right back with the same vigor and rage, fueling the...

a. it’s biting into a bitter piece of orange from the orange tree that you grew in your backyard with your little brother. it’s trying to...

A plethora of light, family members groggily converse as they've been in the hospital for more hours than can be counted. But you're...

i see you, i see the way you slump out of bed. the way you stick to the walls to creep past the guilt. the way you work, to make it worth...

Ocean waves paw at my naked body. The yellow sand under my back, under my limbs, gritty, and placed in my hair like flowers. On my inhale...

My mother wraps our American dream into nice folds and kisses the top like it’s a baby she’s nurtured, on the kitchen counter. My sister...

Try writing mother without the grip of a maobi between your thumbs, loosen the wrist until the ink spills into a pot of tea leaves. Seek...

My generation is quite prepared for the end of the world, thank you very much. My generation dyes our hair bright colors just to show...

Beloved, I dreamt of watching pebbled crows devour your eyes today. Their moon-struck beaks made quick work of your wreckage, slitting...

once, a dandelion seed flew into my hair - the little pit suspended by parachute leaves - i grabbed the head of the flower and pinched it...

“women say they aren’t objects but pull shit like this?” muscles ripple under the skin of your thigh, like rocks dropped into running...

: you think my hair is pretty? well let me tell you that my soul has been on fire since the day I finally saw the icy outlines of the...

Unmade by prayer, It's my solemn duty to organize the stars into scriptures. The horizon curves under our touch, expanding, billowing...

A mass of Satan’s peddlers gather in the tilting alleyways, their ragged clothes appearing those like the robes of little kings, their...

there was a time / when you had to bite your tongue / to stop yourself / from blurting out your love for me / my friends still ask about...

i. every day. every hour. every minute. every second. all dedicated to traversing cracked stone steps. over and over. there’s a...

Beneath the grounds of the national shrine, the black cowhide combat shoes are now obsolete and the sharpness of its tips are worn off by...

I. i think there is a machine in my basement. it grinds with the thunder-roll of gears on gears, spits and flickers in binary love. if...

YOUR FREEDOM, when you finally find the means by which to claim it, feels like a song: a lone, tastefully cracked voice hovering over...