I'm so glad / you killed her— / my doe-eyed sister / who could not read or dance or carry…
Category: Poetry
Secrets / / Reflections
I never understood the feeling in my stomach / When witches and monsters came / On the TV. For years…
It feels good to love her
I bought her a pair of gold earrings that writhe when she walks. / They bring the caramel curve of…
The Last Girl
As you probably already know, / I was the only one of my friends to survive / that night. /…
Phantom
Prickly back tendrils / alert me to your presence / at my bedside. I pull the blanket / up over…
Sparrow’s Medication Guide
Do not give your worries to other people, even if they have the same condition. It may harm them. Keep…
Call to Action in Translation
Find me a new story to paint / wine-dark, where they comb metaphors / instead of beaches
If Sappho Met Persephone
I love her more than I have poetry for.
Pledge Week
We, the Sorority of the Cloven-Hoofed Foot, / are looking for girls to join us!
Past Far Gone
Tell me about her? I can’t. Too much to be known.