"words break me, break / from me, branchlets / glinting gray in moon / -light, slivered green by…

Sometimes you should look into the jaws of hell and then look closer. Put your head right between…

Voice in this work is a figure of hybridity, born from a mongrel American culture to perform…

the new black doesn’t need the likes of me to explain or sell it: it shouts, with glee and a kind…

Here the domestic kitchen setting and lemony scent combines with the darker, mysterious “ash work”…