Her Hair Will Blow Freely in the Wind

It’s Permanence That Petrifies Her

This Tuesday’s Petite Pen asks that you draw inspiration from the layered artwork of Suzanne Van Bebber. If her stony … More

This 4th of July weekend, I struggle with my own patriotism. Am I a respected member of this nation? I … More

More Than These More than Tita’s keysand the Ferris wheel birthmarkbelow my Havana Gold knee.More than secrecy,smoky Cohiba eyes,more than … More

My heart is a clothing bagstashed in the closet of a stranger’s land.The hung costumes attack.Treguna Mekoides and Trecorum Satis … More

Diana does the dishes.Her arms are arrowssearching for the wild beastslurking in the bubbly forest of her sink.

She’s a post,a steel rail;me, in another formswirled in high thread count sheets.We fucked our way through three cities,but we … More

1~Clear out the lint-filled clouds,the inky sky’s settled informing a permanent stain,and the sun’s spin cyclecan’t wring out worrylines that … More

The sun sits pretty’cause she’s a lady,legs crossed,slender rays;a lady never misbehaves.

The grey spider dawn of daystealthily swings from the dome,sinewy, bold, a metronome.She waltzes on moated keysdepressing letters with ease. … More

Naked dandelion you stripped to give birth, now society will shun you forever. Nude, seedless your body a hearth for … More

Demeaning, Devaluing Shame! Shame! Shame! Why is the experience of half of the world disgraced?