PinnedPublished inThe InterstitialApology to the SunThe sun is slowly burning out, which means it will grow more luminous each year before exhausting itself in vain. What’s a girl to do…May 661May 661
PinnedPublished inThe InterstitialAll You Need is LoveWhen the song throbbed through the basement ceiling, you knew your mother was at it again:May 130May 130
PinnedPublished inScribeHappy HourA woman in her seventies with a feathered haircut droops like a lily over the bar. She’s lostApr 2929Apr 2929
PinnedPublished inScribeWoman to WomanAt the Old Colony Tap, she and I are having one of those uneasy talks that women have when no one else will listen. Her ex, who is my ex…Apr 560Apr 560
Published inThe InterstitialModern ArtAs Mother describes to her teenage daughter the monthly Rorschach in her underwear, how hard budsNov 546Nov 546
Published inThe InterstitialWhen My Relapsed Cousin Runs Out of the Family Boutique Mid-ShiftMy aunt never knows when her daughter, whom she’s tried to keep sober and employ, texts her dealer and then goes tearing off:Nov 42Nov 42
Published inScribeOn Wanting to Tell [ ] about the Man Ranting Scripture Outside My WindowAnd how his loose dreads whip against his gold caftan.Nov 34Nov 34
Published inScribeAnother Failed Poem to LonelinessTonight, I’m remembering, loving, and mourning those friends I had who did not make me miserable. FriendsNov 256Nov 256