Poetry/Prose (Mobile reading not recommended, best viewed on desktop)
" The Graces always struck me as ultimate #squadgoals..."
Is it a revolution if everyone's doing it?
Once I inhabited my body like a Trojan horse...
Somewhere in your ancestral villa lives a woman who slices persimmons like she was born to handle knives and babies
Inspired by Massimo Bottura's famous dessert
Birthday musings, witchy images.
Poems and reflections from my summer in Italy & Greece
1 year anniversary of my Featured Poet pieces on seduction, loss, women, and Castro's Cuba.
"my language like the knife that slices the oyster, savoring the gore as much— if not more— than the delicacy of meat"
Written in thanks for a year of shipwrecks + wonders
Tapping me like a keg marked "Woman"
Latin lovers and childhood remnants
We are such stuff as dreams are made on---are dreams, therefore, the stuff of us?
A decade ago, a different Greece.
One about a brother who died before I was born, but had he lived I’d not be here; the other about the mysteries of suburban women.
"Heirloom," in memory of my grandmother
I carved out my flesh with breast-cupped shells, pressed until the blood mixed with the spit, till I perspired pearls and rose like Venus through all your girls, the trapdoor in...