Metamorphosis

The English language is hilariously inadequate when it comes to naming your relatives, especially when you factor in familial quirks and his...

Today, my sister starts college. I look back at the girl she was in tenth grade, struggling with subjects she didn't like, her temper...

And in the face of new worlds, each more bewildering than the last, we hold on to each other. Cling, even. We survive. We create. We li...

It lives. Observe,                         then, the first faulty                         scales of justice fist-sized,              ...

Cream pooling on her now-cold tea, mother holds her ceramic tea mug gingerly, wary of the hairline fracture along its handle, and ...

And therefore this poem attempts to critically analyze the various modalities of alienation - Hold up. Right there. Have I ...

Cilantro sits uneasily on my tongue, tasting of glossy cookbooks with grand names and lists of grander ingredients leering at me...