Gendered Death There is a tremendous amount of ‘seeing -to’ that our male counterparts never experience. The terrifying and sacred moments of intimacy that daughters endure and subsequently cherish; the anointment into womanhood with the blood of our predecessors. My cousin, James, was steadfast and sensitive, concerned and sweet, always. “It is hard to see […]

At Times Upon a Time I reply it was a storybook childhood no not as in Princess Bride just money enough for food piano lessons a dog new clothes a yearly vacation that kind of thing and naturally there were the few times in the middle of dinner my mother drew a knife from the […]

Broken. Funny how vicious a cycle life is, isn’t it? It’s sadistic, almost. We spend most of it picking up broken glass, trying to make sense of a deadly jigsaw puzzle that only leaves you bleeding in the end. This is glass that, even when put back together, makes a window that’s impossible to see […]

The Meaning of More We stack glass jars in the hallway, fill them with fireflies and nails. From the bed, we discover walls move like water. The blanket is a psychic’s tongue draped across our legs. What is more but what we can’t really touch, your body sliding down the shower wall, where you end […]

Outer Borough In Brooklyn, when night begins to fall, a cemetery silence invades the residential areas, punctuated by occasional passing automobiles, or by straggling fragments of a grey mass, three million strong. The more venal and corrupt sections of the main avenues, where night life runs riot until midnight or one a.m., offer dull movies, […]