Lit Poetry

In Fort Myers, the weather doesn't change much. Despite this, my grandmother will always tell you about the sun, how it chars your skin red as...

Safe came in a spiral notebook. the tattoos left behind by lead showed me the unfiltered girl I’d almost marooned, buried in my labyrinth of words. all along,...

we are suppressing ourselves the women in my family have engraved a distinct self hatred into the lining of their skin carved food rules into their bellies depositing magic...

How does one reach a star That shines out there in the universe Not begging to be noticed But unable to control its effect On viewers all around...

Her grandma called them panters and declared they ran through the mountains. The girl lay in bed under a patchwork quilt in the loft of her grandma’s...

The moment our souls first connected, I could feel the stars shattering because I was too young to have found my soul sisters, scattered among the streets...

All I know is when You leave me, and it’s always You who leaves or them who pull me away, I am left a void. At least when You have...

Been a year now without you, without having those seemingly endless conversations and rants, without savoring your delectable cuisine, without you complimenting me, my outfits, my hair,...

I see it now the bridge between past and present. a superstitious metaphor for metamorphosis and loss and moving on. As if somehow bridge crossing is a profound accomplishment while the...

if your absence was no longer a choice maybe the rest of our family would stop looking at me like a chipped-tooth smile they can all see right...