start with a bruised body and the wrong knife, take a hound’s eye: follow the pierce and spatter, little globules seething as red thumbs dig to outrun the decay.

After all, who wouldn’t rather fractions over fractures?

Written after the death of Mahsa Amini  Some days, some part of me refuses to put pain down on paper. These are the days I pull away, stretch myself...

Sharp the placenames of reliquary Bitter the taste of the buried I stand hunched by the Lake of Saints Disinter my brutal brutalized heartVouchsafe...

Tehachapi Earthquake of 1952   Earthquake!my mother yelled when the bed moved across the roomjust before 5 a.m., July 21, 1952. She raninto the...