'Cause we have become, walls
Walls [Poetry]
When The Last Flower Dies [Poetry]
When the last flower dies; Dying in that space between the soil and the pavement
Reading Neruda and then Li Po [Poetry]
Reading Neruda and then Li Po And listening to Howlin' Wolf and then Tom Waits
I as the being sui generis [Flash Fiction]
My Polish blood seems to be indeed red. My nation knows: mourning and death, wars and subservience. This time is my Polish time, the ontology and logic of starry night above the Polish homeland.
Shimmers [Poetry]
we made a game of it, sprawled in the back seat
Do-Over [Poetry]
I just want a do-over.
The death of plaster. [Poetry]
here we are again.
Inclusive Language as an English Major [Article]
Specifically, how do we liberal kids who love grammar respect gender identity when systems like the Associated Press and Webster Dictionary don’t?
Work [Poetry]
I had a government job where I didn't know what it was for three months.
Making literature accessible [Article]
There are too many people who think that they are special because they read the classics and that those who don’t are less intelligent.
