At thirty-two, I am beginning to learnthat my story is not my own,my body a birthing......

I had a black skin once, but I took myself to the edges...

As the fingers caressnew leaves sprout out of the eyesweeping the sunlight,garnishing – with the greenish......

I pulled the desert over my eyes and sank deep into the sand blood...

I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhereBut it has shape-shifted, like a dune withinThe barren wound bleeds......

Cruciverba #2' was published in the fourth issue of underblong journal...

For a few months after my head shave, I called myself Baldilocks, partly in jest, partly......

iwan vt eim h a l f n e r v e dy a ek n......

It doesn’t matter whatyou are wearing, whether headgearsquarely in the left-right crosshairsor a slit across your......

Stella Miss leans toward meto ask if I know any scary stories.Barely waiting for my no,......