Is there a word for when you are lying on concrete, someone’s head in your lap, staring into each other’s eyes, and a cockroach skitters across your open palm? …

Free verse — My father is thirteen and, shoes laced at the starting line, skinny arms open to the breeze, muscles taut and posed, he looks to bleachers, his teeth white against the sun. His father, my grandfather, and his mother, my grandmother, have not materialized; are not there. Like any other time, …

The sun gleams off of the dashboard in a display that makes me wrinkle my nose. Yet my skin drinks in the heat, swallows greedily the glow that comes through the sunroof in the old four wheeled machine. …

In a cash only dive bar in New York City, I scratched the tables with my nails and sipped a PBR. The light was dark and comforting, the air inside was warm, and as I opened my mouth, words fell out as if I had no control over them. It…

Free verse — Did the moon shining on the surface of the water lose all its meaning when you messaged me on Instagram the other day? It both does and doesn’t feel that way. I knew that I didn’t like the way you minimized my experience the life that I base my research on. But I…

Free Verse — How do I describe the feeling I get when I think about my mom Sitting in a doctor’s office in a paper gown Revealing the race of my father to the concerned Expression of a white doctor. …

The first time (that I can remember) A pajama set, my favorite one, with little kittens on it, in all different colors. …