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

How to Eat Well

And no, it doesn’t involve Instagram

The Echo of the Ocean Inside a Shell

Before, years ago.