In March, I started seriously thinking about writing a memoir, and this memory is what I thought would start it, because I wanted to capture the busy softness of my life before. I wanted to start it in a way that said it was more of a love story than a horror story, but horrible things definitely happen.
Before I write a poem as soft as falling snow, I want to write a note to you. […]
These are some prison vignettes, themed around incomplete and uncomfortable memories that swim around my head sometimes. I […]
I sniff words the way other people sniff flowers. Roses can be red, but not read. Violets are […]
May 23, 2015 The water bottle is crinkling. Around it, conversation is soft, muted, somber– but there’s no […]