When you go home tonight & take all your clothes off in front of the mirror let your body steam humid...

1. Here, the critics love her; they call her sonnets “Exotic lines on exotic lives” The women who fall in love with her words leave their...

I am the same boy in the morning who looks into the rolling boil. Eggs buoying in a saucepan, I whisper the Padre Nuestro three times, as...

My mother took it all in: a junkie with no front teeth who stole her wedding ring; baby rabbits from the garden my father rented behind...

The girls become seals in their wetsuits in the ocean off of Peter’s Pond Lane where I’m paid to drive their mother’s car down the...