A Made Thing
Memory, like a poem, is a made thing.A mixtape of summers past. BlurredPolaroids pinned to a corkboard.Re-captioned in different ink.My wicker nightstand time-capsulesa... Read more.
Communion
In the stone cathedral, I am offered salvation—a paper-thin promise skims my sinner’s tongue. A tiny bud—blue and wanting.I cross myself in practiced devotion.A... Read more.