You open the door and you                                                                                                                ...

I find myself searching for it in other women, pouring over books and films and friends, searching for the thing one of them must possess...

She says there are easier ways to slice an avocado: for two clean halves run the knife through, pull off the skin.   Simple.   My knife...

Though you are still present, here, in your chair I ache for the absence of you   You depart, moment by day piece by memory   And as your...

if anything could be given to you in your untidiness, what would you make of it   as you unravel, unwrite in unbelievable, record time  ...

I forgot the nursery rhymes, not all, But some. Stories dispersed into the ether, cosmic dust. It’s less magical than it sounds. I forgot...