On Fantasy

I’ve always been a daydreamer. In school, I was a quiet, bookish girl who spent much of her time staring out the window, doodling, or scribbling fragments of poems and short stories in a secret notebook. (How many other young writers kept secret notebooks—the ones you covertly slipped into your real notebook, so you could [...]

Woman, by Landscape

full moon a sense of symmetry by unsayable things idle circles (set with stars and) naïve fantasies of a woman, by landscape with the lights off and once you were and at once altogether (a hair’s length, but no further) such bodies as in pictures stiffened more flowers than in ink slow hands and daffodils [...]

Seven Hours to Midnight

from here, it’s impossible to imagine the sounds of good news, faint like someone else’s memories, a divine frontier of things left unsaid at seven hours to midnight, the moon all dressed in red the distant glow of sea colors or a song for somebody who matters now, i don’t know about you but i’m [...]

On Pleasure

The idea for this post presented itself to me this morning over coffee, as I was, appropriately, shopping online for products to add to my new skincare regimen and envisioning myself spending the afternoon getting my hair done and then pampering myself at my local L’Occitane boutique. It’s been a long time since I’ve published [...]

Pink Limousine

don’t look now, but our speaker is chasing her tail like a ball of yarn or a lazy shoestring a tuft of stray fur jutting out beneath the collar and a set of heart-shaped whiskers perfectly feathered at the nose to the left of our scene, a landscape like a fishbowl glittering under a giant [...]

Polaroid Confessions

just ask (shall we be friends) or strangers over coffee are you good (with love and) yes i’m sure then call whenever (i wish i could but) my baby’s windows are always open at night (no filter) the bliss of cozy winter both of us living right touched by hands and mouths (cross my heart) [...]

Mannequin Planet

Original artwork by T. Blake pencil in the image of a dancing lady dress melted down like tobacco, a hit of vintage perfume and a smooth gathering of chiffon at the ankles, this will be her scene enter: a cat with a cool strut his groove is loose like silver, a cabaret like a one-man [...]