Stories
Poetry
I slept but never dreamed there. Nor did I feel the need to court a god.
Poetry
You are the dark it is trying to leave. You are the screen holding it back.
Poetry
It’s the final lull, if it’s mud loosening its grip, an iron door swinging on dry hinges.
Poetry
No fields of gold. No ripe. One hill, no wave, no roll. I am billboards.
Poetry
The angel lay in his body effervescent as a flake of alabaster.
Poetry
Not all his children love themselves. Look at little Adrienne.
Poem of the Week
Two surgeons vaulted over a counter to hold open my incisions.
Poem of the Week
I wore the rose pants for weeks without telling anyone.
Poem of the Week
I don’t know you, I only think of you to ignore how unhappy I am.
Poem of the Week
I tried to cheer my brother up by reminding him all clowns die too.
Poem of the Week
When the light failed she listed all the places he might find her.
Poetry
We might have seen it coming, had we not had our eyes fixed on it.
Poem of the Week
The portal light, on your face, now, a rose light on a sinking freighter.
Poem of the Week
A boy knew he wouldn’t see his mother’s face as he rose from the mat.
Poetry
An idea surfacing—a crack of orange teeth. As if a ceiling disappears.
Poem of the Week
Let me lie down with you and listen, let me tell you what I know.
Poem of the Week
We could use our arms to squeeze or hold or load not a gun, not a gun.
Poem of the Week
She takes her hand to my scalp: eyes close as if tasting lemon cake.
Poem of the Week
There is a pinhole of light through the fog. A skiff on a lake.
Poem of the Week
Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
We could have everything and still be hurt.
