First Published in Moist Poetry Journal With the Wash on Our Hip We are bigger when we’re born, but the past is not a prologue. When we first get into the world, every last thing is otherworldly. Makes you wonder where we came from. But then, maybe before we get to the middle of our allotted time, with our hair in knots and the wash on our hip, and a permanent ache in our joints, this all becomes it all: it’s our kids turn to momentarily wild-eye the world. Makes us be

First Published in Roi Fientantor Gaffes Will Be The Glory To err is human, to something is divine. I could Google it. But I have a problem with the whole setup. Pit human against divine, it’s obvious: humans lose every time. But where it goes from there—I’ve had enough. The planet would be better without us. Machines can do everything better than humans. Humans are only special in how much we suck. What happened? Why do so many of us hate us enough to believe the world wou

Originally Published in the Bacopa Literary Review " Oh. There Is No Going Back " came to me in an instant, nearly whole, on the day in April 2021 when I realized that we as a society are never going back to normal. I had long since stopped wiping down every screen and surface with hydrogen peroxide and I wasn't washing my hands raw every 12 hours anymore like I had the previous year, but I had truly thought that the end of this would at least be in view by the second Easter

Originally published on EQ Iris Dating You may feel behind. You may feel clueless. You may feel frantic. You may feel like no good people are left because "everyone" is celebrating ten-year anniversaries and welcoming their second or third children. You may feel your concerned family members breathing down your neck when they gently (or not so gently) "check-in" on your love life. You may feel like you have to update your singleness stat, but also hopeless about anything ch