In a crowded room dimmed to block the light from a ceiling that ironically caused Michelangelo to lose his vision, She reaches for my...

An anarchist poet Who blew up words in leather-bound journals With fancy fountain pens Drinking lattes in suburban coffee shops. He was...

She is the listener, the commiserater, the cheerleader, the lighter of the room. The mother, the teacher, the sister, the friend....

Garages have always seemed to be the bane of my existence, or at least my household. We had an old, detached garage when I was growing...

“How was the cruise?” she asked me, excitement in her voice. “Tell me all about it!” I had just returned from a cruise to the Bahamas. It...

Peace is underrated. There is a reason why we hope that the dead “Rest in Peace” Not “Rest in Love” Not “Rest in Hope” Peace. It is our...

What happened to her? The woman with eyes that danced with mischief. You look like her. But you are not her. Where has she gone? The...

I was called “bitch” today. A visceral reaction to recoil inward, the good girl feels bad. Then I recall all those before me who bore it....

In the sea, I am alive. In it, I drown my aches, their pain, incessant brain noise. Free of the weight, the world’s, my body’s, I glide....

“Keep Fighting” they say. “You got this” they say. They mean well but today their kind words don’t permeate the shield of my numbness....