*CW: This piece references death and the dying. I imagine you eating purple grapes next to me on the couch,  We are on season 4, we

CW: This piece contains domestic and sexual abuse themes*   No one can see them, so it seems, but they are there nonetheless. Echoes of

Though not to disregard the time Of dark and belted coats, The Autumn wishes for tender Spring. Only so to skip the sudden, Hollow shame

Imagine your wife, Fragile at fifty, Walking to work, In morning dark. Passing the first, Road Closed in bold letters, Skirting the next, Broken twigs

I smell your hair on the pillow,               now that you’re not there. I see what you would see

One crystal morning I happened upon a garden of blushing roses veiled in sparkling dew. Your smile  came to mind. And I wondered if I

That day I saw you hold the liturgy in your hands, I wished it were me between your sleek, soft fingers, Relaxing in the coven

Take a peach, with coarse hairs, sink your teeth, juice will drip, a redundant fluid, marking downwards. Let yourself, leave a gaping wound, exposing the

If you ever called in the night’s dim desperation you’ve been diagnosed your he can’t take the heat I would say friend forever I would

A place is not a place without you. A room is just a space, with nothing to define or recommend it. A street is just

The “City of San Francisco” uniformed dining car porter a middle-aged black man walks the coaches and observation cars taps a simple chord on the

sweetness before she began, she placed the glass jar between us— filled with fresh, golden honey—and a sizable spoon. homemade. an amateur apiarist, she kept

As time gnaws on my bones, and I stand hunched and bow-legged under the weight of my scars, I look not to the heavens for

You hold my love like a bird  With a broken wing  You nurse what feels like  A forever alteration  And fix me a splint — 

As I stare from a distance, I remember the chart of your body. I am a shell of loss, and I listen for the call