ISSUES

In this hamlet I am resting at once. Conifers litter my feet. At my back is bark and a hundred years. Towards heaven the tower’s many...

You do not like my hair It frizzes, blossoms with the heat It doesn’t match the hair you had when you were a girl Still, it’s too much...

If God was real, he’d bring me back to you Give me one last supper so I could nourish myself with your cooking Let your wisdom guide me...

Dear sister, I love you I did before I knew you. In the back of a van, empty soda can held between clasped hands, my mouth praying for a...

I am a fig tree in every lifetime. From the tips of my branches, purple, interlinked, I am a mosaic. A sea of purple, each fig a fragment...

There is a certain solace in allowing yourself to dream amongst the pretentious and self-proclaimed blessed. And there are people who say...

I wish I knew of the sunken place. He’s only recently quelled anger. Though he knew it before tolerance and forgiveness. He was given to...

You are standing there as your friend talks. You had been paying attention for as long as you could remember; you had been interested, at...

I remember the first song I ever wrote fully fleshed out and written in scraggly handwriting only readable to me. And, it was about...

I wish, then, that overstimulation was suffering too—that I might love it as much as man. In defiance I imagined I would learn masochism...

I shall need a very strong glass of port if I am to tell this tale, dearest. Yes, thank you. Mmm. Yes, very fine. Come! Sit around me...