Yale Daily News

  Like Cicadas It has been a tumultuous night. A smell permeates, a smell that means the presence of a stranger who makes things fly […]

January 21, 2019

Last night I dreamed I was back in the study. I saw the green curtains, my sister’s arm draped around my brother’s neck, Mama with […]

November 5, 2018

March 3, 2018

  The tempest you become What thirst comes From fighting off the drought? Are you meant to breathe the fire you put out? Does bathing […]

December 11, 2017

When the rain was falling, the rain people came out, invigorated. And god said something, but too softly, or the rain was too loud or […]

November 12, 2017

Or, in less bureaucratic language: washing oneself in the bathroom sinks at the public library was an issue introduced and tabled by the board one […]

November 12, 2017

She sits cross legged in the grass. An ant crawls by and she flicks it away. It limps and she shudders and sighs. She puts […]

December 15, 2016

Mayo Clinic: Rochester, Minnesota By Lillie Lainoff I have seen the children whose sorrow tastes of licorice, that bites on tongues and leaves scars around […]

November 23, 2016

My roommate calls me over to look at leather flip-flops and woven chairs and beaded necklaces. She gestures indignantly with her shoulders, like an ironic […]

September 26, 2016

A Patch of Bricks By Elias Bartholomew A patch of bricks in a neighborhood wall reminds you of one year ago. You would read in […]

April 28, 2016

“the smooth scar on her shoulder when the water chilled”

March 3, 2016