poetry

Wishful Thinking

The eighth-grader who secretly reads feminist novels with explicit sex scenes and whose heart has been broken by the boy in classroom 8-B plucks leaves from the...

DRIVE HOME

Something gets into all the wild creatures this time of year. A worm gets in the brain, or maybe the heart, then they come to the highway to die, hit by a tru...

Love Poem

you call pimples spanning my back constellations of pain you squeeze them i squeal i call out of work so we watch a studio ghibli movie my neighbor...

Moving to New York

In London, birds drown among the sinking catacombs then listen to gabba when the cinemas shut down leaving Polaroids lost on the tube. In New York, tramp...

yes/no

A comfortable couch welcomes me, the kind that you sink into, plush. She asks me how I’ve been feeling lately. Fine, I guess. Not bad. Numb, if nothing else...

Night Swimming

After the boys were in bed, I’d haul across the bright, brined roads of January to the heated pool and delve into chlorinated luminescence. After crunching ...

6pm, NYE

We sat a place for you,     (and you and you…)     We sat a place, we dressed in our finest and left the empty hangers, ...