Before now,I considered myself knowledgeable on the expenses of funerals and burialsbased on my Google searches.I stayed up all nightcramming for this exchangeas if it

As children, my sister and I dreamt that our entire family lived on the same block.We dreamt, as children, on late nights over chip dust

In this note, we talk our shit. Shit shit sHit; a word I am trying to eliminate from my vocabulary. For now, fuck that shit.

Year One: Planted. I have fallen in love with so many people during this time; heard their stories and watched them cry.  Where do they

Enthralled by stainless steel doors reflecting hazel light,and red beams that foretell my destinationas a path of paisley carpetsguides me to your peep hole. Chilled

Closing my eyes I can still see the sun.Soaking my eyelids with blends oftangerine, pastel orange,hints of pumpkin and marigoldsmeared ondark, wet bricksthat construct my

In our house lived three men with one name, and all three fought or ran.They lie like stones and dare not shift. Even asleep, everyone

Last night, I became the man of the housewhite beater cupping my kneeshand me down hems rested upon exposed wood floors.Appearance altered- the mirror glass

Glass door chimed, my eyeslocked upon it’s beautiful.Stars within a stone; who knew?A sister of your flesh— glistening.3,225 dollars. I wore the good jeans, remember?White

Drowning beneath a sea of linen,thick folds and body heat.Perfectly in the spotlightof the street lampon the opposing side of a four sidedbarrier with a

Nothing compares to the world after midnight. A strange placewhere humans and rejected thoughtsroam to prey upon those who fight slumber A quiet place.A place where quiet

Concrete cracks within its foundationas time passes and lesionsbecome mundane.Forged from a tightly tethered blend,yet fragile as wet feathers whenadversity strikes hard.Dyed, stained,drenched in summer’s