Notes from a Nothing
February 13, 2020
Here I am at graduation, lifting a leg under the white gown of purity, to show off a new pump.
Come to Me
December 19, 2016
A change of season, but no plan or guide, by star, riddle, or hint.
The Way You Look at Me
November 2, 2015
The husband wrote a letter every single day, sometimes more often. Sometimes, she didn’t open them, or deliberately misread them.