First Published in Moist Poetry Journal Healing is So Small The ocean is a seed on a low, coughing land and what does that mean what does that mean for us who are the salt of the earth? I know what it means for those who are the light – show the way, not yourself – but do those who are the salt preserve or dissolve?

First Published in EQ Iris Dating As a latecomer to dating, I wish someone had explicitly told me that people have different goals for their dating life. Of course, it's obvious to me now, but, like the kid who can't see the blackboard at school because she needs glasses but doesn't know that she can't see the blackboard at school (because she needs glasses), you don't know what you don't know! I entered the dating world assuming everyone had the same motives—to find a spou

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

First published with Ancient Paths One has deep-set fear like her mothers. One carries the dreams and lashes of his fathers. My ankles ache with want of dance. Others’ hands are strong to lead. I have the crooked spine of over-accommodating but also the sure feet of slow, slow progress. Others’ eyes lock more easily than mine. My eyes change the color of the roses. Others bump into me, step on my feet, stub their toes, yell and whisper and hug; this chaos is mastery. One ha