For Marialyse & Brad How many small things does it take? How many moments do memories make? How many road trips? Wrong turns? States?...

Book Introduction I have often said of life (this one): that I live in two extremes. It is easier than to explain the truth of it: merely...

For all the times you chose to run from love, Kid [clandestine meetings from higher selves above] For all the times you were told you...

Women’s Work, of Art (On abortion) Of course, my womanhood Comes as the moon Empty skies bow, should I Decline to bloom Here I sit atop...

The raven Whose night Falls to (A white) Disco Cross’d lite, skull Overshadowed by Lost souls: Lit, Exist Under signs Falsely gleaming...

They call me baby B, Coined as B.B. Or lowercase bb Capitalizing on me, the Notorious B.E.C. Trivializing as “Bexy” For embracing...

I. A Winter Afternoon's Cathedral Tune Did I—do I—love “like a boy?” my question as a child. Now, glaring, resembling a skew of light’s...