Neha

What a shame it is that beautiful women must do everything beautifully. Against a wall at some house party, this one goes down slow. The man who slides in to sit beside her looks and sees how blue light nestles a crescent moon into the cupid’s bow of her lips. He looks and sees her…

Lackluster Apocalypse

Someone put their fist through the radio and all weekend it played only Creed. I tried to shrug it off, drove reckless through the stars and woke up blanketed in parking tickets. The Bible in my hotel bathtub was stuffed with subscription cards. My high school enemies kept inviting me to the seafood buffet and…

Wake

for John Chir The last woman at your empty grave is grounding rosaries into the wind, is stitching a history onto rice paper leaves, is repeating your name and repeating your name, is waiting for an echo. The last woman at your empty grave is interviewing the dark, is carving memories between falling stars, is…

Legacy

I know how to disappear. I learned it from my mother who learned it from her mother and my great grandmother who went poof! one night right in the middle of dinner. After that, my grandmother went, in between white sheets hanging on a line in the yard, poof! Then my mother as she held…