I yearn to find a place to undress in the soil, looking still, pacing until I am reborn uncomfortably in the eyes of the moon, hiding...

If I woke up in your body today I would change I would put on a nice set of clothes and apologize I would say sorry for things you have...

round as egg yolk furred like peach crinkled and creased like tender kale leaf soft as plump fish (and floppy sometimes) wiggling...

Beauty is in the blood that makes me, and shame is watching it run. These hands ache from what I’ve done. Brilliant stripes of red to...

she starts by adding flour to the bowl at night when her children and husband begin winding down there’s butter, water, eggs, and salt on...

I cannot kiss him, and he cannot kiss me. it’s been this way for years. I’ve yearned and learned that asking doesn’t necessarily mean you...

I used to like watching the lobsters who live at the grocery store. We'd go to pick up a prescription and I'd drag mom to the seafood...

Not me, but the glass bangle jangling around my wrist. I want to know, do you still feel pain when you are slammed against linoleum...

I think back to that night a lot. The breeze was cold. It’s always cold. We were happier then, exhausted from running and laughing...

Your heartbeat reminds Me of a slow ticking clock, Soft yet so distinct. Chloe Min is a sophomore at the Oak Hill School in Gainesville,...

shocked that I could even talk in a language other than Hindi, you said, oh, you’re taught English in India now? no, we’re not. we still...

it’s been forever i know since i was the tiniest of presences in your life now i’m certainly less than a memory a shadow of a bed you...

My grandfather keeps his roll of 宣纸 for calligraphy hidden in drawers of dust— history books, frayed silk, his parents’ photos, all...

i. To stretch a heart, one must buy a textbook. There is skin pulled taut and fresh stomachs folded with printer cartridge filling, the...

after Maggie Smith’s ‘Good Bones’ Tomorrow isn’t certain, but today I can be in your kitchen frying halloumi in honey and thyme, but...

heaven is an elementary school book fair selling thin plastic bookmarks we all slip in pockets inhaling the rubbery smell of erasers...

Volcanic succession is not primary Supernovas are not celestial The world is not revolving, everything is collapsing What are we but...

Hot sun does not deter the boy shooting a basketball in the driveway Past the hoop, green leaves are still on a cloudless day A block to...

1985-Gravediggers His hand gripping hers tightly, Ankles wet from midnight dew. White moon casting a ghastly light. Money had run dry....

he is blind when you plan your day with little numbered boxes and bullet points, when you braid your sister’s hair and tie it with a...