what did the gorge look like?               thrashing water,                             boulders and pebbles smooth,                                            leaves rustling under the street lamps?                                            were there monsters in...

elegy for august’s sunflowers sand hasn’t filled between our toes in years now, hot under the late summer sun that coated every flower yellow. nearly dead and dry, but yellow. it was like a fire, our friendship that summer, raging harder than you’ve ever seen....

Heroes in Tutus are Better   Let’s make a movie called Heroes in Tutus are Better. The Book of Henry meets My Sister’s Keeper meets Castle in the Sky. There should be a kid wearing a rainbow Jojo Siwa tutu & a Metallica shirt making rhino-shaped chicken...

I’m cashing in my pennies. They weigh about as much as A single heaved breath. The rickety kind of sigh That leaves a shadow of dew On the windows of every room I’ve ever inhabited. And when you scrape away the copper, You’ll find glittering pools of ocean tide And it...

Stained I peeled your body from the floor. Stained floor. The same floor, in the same room where we made you read us C.S. Lewis. So clueless, then. To think, we thought we had so much more time. Your time. A Wrinkle in Time. The wrinkled pages pressing flowers flat,...