I carry the ghosts of five finals beneath my eyes, and I have no extra bandwidth left for graduation, family, or posing. Still, I am excitedRead more

When I first opened the newspaper and unfolded your smile stretched serenely above your name, I remembered how you first came to me; seemingly a death doula, a mother, to guide me through loss. . .R

Doctors never saw it on x-rays quite the same way the healers had. Instead, nurses pawed at my abdomen, mistook it as nothing more than blood-clots. Im so sorry, they whisperedRead more

A shadow in the door, his fingers curled around my cellphone. His eyes widened at seeing me in the ER . . . He took a step forward, hesitating before pulling awayRead more

Id arrived to campus that first time wind-tattered, make-up smeared by an hours worth of sweat. My wrist ached from nursing the clutch around curves, hazard-level winds pushing me to the edgeRead

He could see the highway in my eyes, the black-tar sinking like tidepools in the corners. I sagged into the couch and sighed into the steamRead more

I would walk, trash bags twisted onto my ankles to shield against snow melt, until I could rest against the bark, flick through songs, and watch as my breath drifted to the shivering leavesRead mor

I heard it first before I saw it: a haphazard tapping, urgent as a whisper, against the windowRead more

No one told me I was always meant to lose her. To this day, I wonder why they did itRead more

When those eyes flash from yards away, a sickly yellow, there is no time to breathe, to thinkRead more