prose — HEROES splayed in all CAPS vertically each letter atop the next on the plastic cup I got to keep. Sitting in a joint that had its walls littered with militaristic memorabilia had me wondering what heroes are. What is war? And how is it fought? The narrative American society regurgitates…

a prose poem — When I was nearing the end of my twenties, I had burned up and out of all sentiments attempting to keep me locked up in my house like an island of domestic labor surrounded by decaying toxic behaviors and beliefs. I was more than a mother and it was time…

Where Will We Go From Here? — a thought piece Signing the receipt after dinner out with a friend and they remarked upon my “cute signature.” It prompted me to admit that I have been a “writing nerd” since before we all could access font types in a device. I used to sit and practice writing letters in different types…

a story — I was asked to sit with Granny. She has cancer and is on hospice. Her cancer was treated for a time but some of the treatments led to the deterioration of other parts of her body, which led to surgeries, which was leading to hospital stays, ambulance rides, and ER…

prose on LGBTQIA joy — I watched a TikTok video where one girlfriend was prepping their apartment for the girlfriend set to arrive home. They were creating a Pride celebration two years after the girlfriend set to arrive home’s coming out. It was epic for this couple and their tiny apartment. A crafty and decorative…

a prose poem In my repressed fam, I am the baddie. Because I dare! To curse, to raise my voice and concern for the iniquities thrust upon the underdogs, to challenge the misinformation volleyed from one mouth to another. I am that asshole that says “fuck” to children that have…