Creative Work

“Be there in half an hour.” Pari read the message from Rachel several times. After graduating from their Master of...

If you touch my hair, The skinny lady sang about it And I say:   I hope my dandruff falls...

Artist’s Statement: This piece was created in an attempt to articulate the distance created between myself and the self I present...

This world would chew me up and spit me out if I let it It would quiet me, destroy me...

This essay is inspired by what I thought would be a late-night tweet, which I am particularly fond of, but...

Olivia and I are on my bed, all geared up to watch porn.  My laptop is between us. We split...

cleft and butchered, now diagrammed: this male, this female, which is worse. my body apportioned to king and queen. the...

She’d first seen shadow puppets when she was five. They were told to sit “Indian style” on the carpet in...

I have this dream— they find me wading in corn fields, my eyes like the stalk center of sunflower petals....