bruises dreams we remember, you and I (of lights in Paris wet grass and leaf beds) desires writhed inside us (of pristine chapels and cream-colored dresses) and made us restless; delusions we suffered, you and I— (of children … Continue reading
Bozeman, Montana. Summer. 2009. My college graduation is nine months away. I am alone in my bedroom determining the fate of various remnants of my childhood and my life before New York. Most of my possessions were on the East … Continue reading
I’m not a fiction writer. I write fiction, occasionally, but it is not my area of expertise. Granted, a few years ago, my poetry was about as awful as a breakfast without bacon. Thanks to some creative teachers, though, I’ve … Continue reading
At the Station it’s nearly nine in the morning. the frost wakes and stretches its arms across the ground. my nostrils digest the cold in an empty parking lot fenced in by rusted chain links, misty and glowing in the … Continue reading
Nearly 30 years ago, my parents moved to Montana, hoping to escape their stifling lifestyle in New Jersey. After raising four kids there, and realizing retirement was a mere half-decade away, my mother and father bought a second house in … Continue reading
bruises dreams we remember, you and I (of lights in Paris wet grass and leaf beds) desires writhed inside us (of pristine chapels and cream-colored dresses) and made us restless; delusions we suffered, you and I— (of children … Continue reading
There is something called the “Ben Franklin Principle, ” which says that people like you better if they do favors for you. It seems counterintuitive at first, but it makes a lot of sense if you think about it. Our … Continue reading
suspended the night is sickly as it draws to a close. I lie, outlined in grass, feeling laughter drain my arms. tiny blades whisper on my neck while I dream about the ground swallowing me up. my dewy eyelids … Continue reading
There is a pocket in my pajamas that serves, as far as I can tell, no functional purpose. I have a flannel nightgown with one breast pocket that is too small to hold, say, a wallet, but is nonetheless an … Continue reading
My mom is the type of person that would share almost anything with a stranger, from the news that her youngest daughter failed her driver’s test the first time to the details of her most recent colonoscopy. Over the years, … Continue reading
Recently, I went to an opera at The Met, which became an unforgettable evening after I ended up spending most of the night in the emergency room with my friend. I should have known the night would take a turn … Continue reading
This week’s theme: What’s Left Unsaid. I’ve also provided you some insight into the creation of each poem. Enjoy! Usually when I write poetry, I combine pieces of reality and bits of abstraction. I often overhear a piece of conversation … Continue reading
As an aspiring cat lady, it’s important that I hold a deep and contemptuous cynicism toward romantic relationships. What better way to break down one’s hope for their future love life than to marathon romantic comedies? I’ve seen more sappy … Continue reading
What We Lost Your mother called me yesterday To tell me that she found my keys. The ones you told me you had lost. Or so you say. When I learned that you had decided not to stay, I thought … Continue reading
Over the last four days, I have expelled inhuman amounts of snot. My army of boogers has devastated an almost-new Kleenex box, one and half rolls of toilet paper (I was in a bind, but it worked so I just … Continue reading
2012 was an exciting year for me and although 2013 is already off to a great start, I wanted to reflect on the past twelve months as a way to transition into the new year. In looking back on my … Continue reading
When I was in fifth grade, I got a valentine from a boy who had a crush on me. This card was made specifically as a vessel for this boy to express his feelings for me. It was the first … Continue reading