My gender is peculiar. My gender is the delicious moment of hesitation before the cashier decides to use “sir” or “ma’am”. My gender is...

Whenever Chris Pine comes up in conversation, I can barely breathe. Breathlessly, I talk, and talk, and talk about him to people, as if...

104 today rest my eyes on a mid-century wine glass. yours fall elsewhere, oven safe-pumpkin orange-dishware the green reminds me of you...

He came to me late in the night, Like in a dream, somehow disconnected, I could see his face, the image hovering. There is time between...

All I wanted was to hear your voice, That mild sound of clear water rippling Almost silently amid rounded stones. You washed away the...

I can hear the commas in your voice now. Your pausing before you speak As if you're now a writer Measuring stanzas couplets Probably...

1. My mind thinks of you often, and I wish that it wouldn’t. I began sharing my feelings, but you said you couldn’t. You were my friend...

The longing to hold the child that I bore and fed at my breast and watched grow into her own young woman who finds the joy in the woman...

What can you do when your bone-deep sorrow is turned against you by the very ones who covenanted to mourn with those who mourn? When they...

Zoë stumbled out into the living room, weeping softly. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” I asked, trying to conceal my alarm. “No, they’re...

Alma (formerly Frank) is a transgender woman, living the dream of being a stay-at-home-mom while also managing full time work trying to...

i. cover up. you shouldn’t show your knees, your shoulders, or your chest. otherwise, you run the risk of making men uncomfortable. and...

The shadow follows me everywhere in the form of a black cat. Lonely and desperate. Longing for attention. Sad and miserable. Soulless....

Let your light so shine A light on the hill Lit up in rainbow colors For the world to see All my life I was told it’s a sin To indulge...

[For the prequel, see this post] Utah, 2018 It was one of our last weeks in married housing south of BYU campus before moving to the...

you’re homesick for a place that doesn’t exist— they call this hiraeth, a word which sounds all too pleasant for what it means— for what...

It is 2 pm and my mind is loud I know only one way to silence it. I tear my skin apart, This skin that fits too tight I run the blade...

this is where everyone comes to meet their bird of paradise, the posters say in fine printed blood. you tremble. this is where everyone...

If the church is the body of Christ, Then I am a sliver that the body slowly expelled. I think slivers want to stay in the body. Little...

Poem Number 1: The Wrong Order They messed up my order, I'm not a girl. I must have someone else's body. The fit is all wrong, too tight...