What if Dorothy wasn’t afraid of the wind? What if she welcomed the cyclone?
spin fast in a circlesurrounded by summer grass. let go of your arms — fling them out wide scoopingair as you…
This poem is an ode for mixed girls,For girls who are fetishized asCream, as Latte, as CocoaBy…
Ishmael first calls me to the beach, shows me seaweed sheet masks.You’d think my skin wouldn’t…
after the election I looked inside myself to see what was rottenbut I couldn’t bear it and looked outside…
I don’t want to be your little animal anymore.My infatuation with tongue and teeth and tiradesis done…
Street Rules
Parents, please keep your children with you at all times. Do not allow your children to play in the aisles or on…