Gardening during a depressive episode
These arms were often ropes that stopped another from looping around someone’s neck….
Prose
Prose, including essays, creative nonfiction, fiction, articles, and micro essays, published in journals, literary magazines, and elsewhere.
Poisons
We all desire something lethal to feel alive. In my recurring dreams, snakes…
I celebrate my birthday, soaked in rainwater, mothering a sick kid
Thirty-nine years. No longer out for blood – my own, always. No shards…
When I send my sexual abuse poems to Western magazines, they always end up rejected
My poems are orphans in blood-stained underwear waiting for an arm to reach…
I don’t like makahiya
Because I associate everything with love: weeds, parenting, work, roads, food, Netflix shows,…
Reasons why I haven’t fucked in a decade
Because men (mis)assume I must be an uptight bitch who has not seen…
Questions after you said I died a million times in you
What were you thinking, striking the cleaver into a bitch raised in hell…
In it
There are days you don’t want to fight. Right now I am in…