++++++++++++++++++++++++was a book that stood thin on a low wood shelf at my father’s house throughout my childhood. I mistook it for truth: stars were animals that died, but…

  I have never held a hand that didn’t sweat, but every morning I wake a body full of aches. I do not know how to define dance or the age…

  I wake up with an entire town planted in my heart. No one comes to the town that was planted in my heart, and by my second cup of…

  I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been granted my share of closeness—an unexpected hug from the girl I’ve been pining over, or the sort of friend who…

  I love calling things a prelude but I’m also gouging meaning out, but that also means it’s nothing on its own. I’ll be a better writer if I read…

  I haven’t written in years. Too cooped up with the thought of how ink and lead are really just euphemisms of ash. This afternoon I had diarrhea and a…

  I Gawkers press against glass asking each other if it’s him eating an airport salad. It is Chris, and flattering to be loved in a public way but noisy,…

  Driving across Colorado somewhere just past Fairplay grassland split by fences cattle packed into huddles dark haze of mountains north beyond them, a fire had burned for weeks in…

  Enter the ice storm where the dark shines in celluloid as the wind conceives its latticework of sleet. Enter the pillow, its hushed discussion, a crushing of the throat’s…

  How long does a shooting star last? How far does it travel? Your hospital gown half- unbuttoned, your face half- absent, your eyes crawl over me. I don’t know…

  People are less likely to help each other in loud cities, the ecologist said. To describe a silence, identify first what it’s not: the parade marching beyond the window,…

  On March 24, 2001, Arizona Diamondbacks pitcher Randy Johnson accidentally killed a dove after the bird collided with a 100-mph pitch thrown by the 6’10” future Hall of Famer…