When I Heard “Divorce”

Some things can’t be fixed. Some never needed fixing.

One evening, when I was ten years-old, my mother walked into our cozy den, where I was watching television. She looked calm, and her voice was even, but when she asked me to…

Unless.

A farewell letter

Three weeks ago, I tendered my resignation at the company where I’d worked for twelve…

Don’t Be a Writer

You’ll be naked. Not in the literal sense, where a body can be perfected and angles can be utilized and lighting can negate…

Women Are Difficult

This is about how you are difficult. This is about how I am difficult.

Nine Months in Los Angeles

A Letter Home — November 15, 2013

Your Suffering Polishes Your Soul

Like you, I have a few secrets I never tell anyone. But dear readers, there’s one secret I want to…

Everybody’s My People

We wrote poems about marginality and moonsickness. —The Demon Room by J.E. Reich

The Echo of the Ocean Inside a Shell

Before, years ago.

How to Eat Well

And no, it doesn’t involve Instagram