Baby let me rest my head in that sacred hollow of chest that you call an unfortunate flaw of fetal development, cursing your mother ...

I used to think rights were like my skeleton god-given, sturdy, and strong the foundation of being a human But now I think rights are mo...

It was no secret that he beat her we all saw the bruises heard the excuses knew she wasn't as clumsy as she purported to be --...

The cup on my bathroom counter holds two toothbrushes and the memory of  minty breath and  mornings spent cuddling under that p...

At the beginning there's a rumbling a flutter of excitement as we run hand in hand toward some unknown destination where we ...

Inspired by Julie Otosuka's short story, which I read for the first time today and was tremendously moved. I was in fifth grade when...

I saw this hauntingly beautiful piece at the Portland Art Museum today and was absolutely struck by it; the hair, the ears, the neck, the ...

his face droops on the right though he doesn't know it he hasn't looked in the mirror for over a year of course, when he cocks ...

She hadn't realized when they first met that this glass slipper would shatter --- April PAD Day 23 - footwear

Unrooted flowers droop their sad heads when there is no sun to smile toward --- April PAD Day 17 - haiku