Poetry I Found My Grandmother’s Home on Zillow Beginning with those hedges, gnarled like her hands, / branches of veins spreading out, setting the house apart.
Poetry Without a Compass I used to be able to get lost in the woods / entirely dependent on my parents to find me
Poetry Goodwill Why would anyone buy a pair of used underwear? / I ask myself as I search through a bin / of miscellaneous clothing at Goodwill.
Poetry Fireflies Raindrops tinkle on the tin roof / like fingers on the ivory keys / of Grandma’s old piano.
Fiction Learn To Fly “I think they call it flying because it uses all the same muscles,” Anael says. Above, a shout, “Ready! Hup!” and a shadow sails through afternoon sunbeams.
Poetry Fireworks Green is gorgeous is too soon gone, / she thought. Rockets fell toward new year’s dawn.
Poetry Energy Solutions again, i was all alone / and awake / (just lying there) / when the first wave came with a strong wind