Blue Moons Over Soho

London is a city I never knew. I had fantastical notions of what it was like, but I wouldn’t find … More

Dried Kisses

after Frank O’Hara nighttime is not blue it is a black olive with a frosted window a sommelier pours thestars … More

A Villanelle Rotten like an apple, we were doomed from the very start. Mangled like a sickly cat, I hurl … More

After Frank O’Hara on that Friday night you queued up for fried chicken your jacket was beige your reflection softened … More

It all began with my glasses and the two front teeth that jutted out of my mouth. These other tiny … More

When I went to LA, I’d walk to the local store every morning. I’d take the corn dog off the … More

Scott Cumming’s ‘A Chapbook About Nothing’ illustrates the feeling of being a newborn adult. Assumptions of stability trail behind us … More

Every few months, I wonder if I’m a blowfish whose bursts of inflation go unnoticed by the other fish, but … More

hotel rooms with you burn like vodka carpets / my conscience cannot bear the hardship we left behind but then … More

For most of us, the idea that the sole purpose of women was to have children has long since died. … More