“I need you to do something for me,” you said as you sat across from me in the locker room.

I have wasted these curses on minor disappointments.

Regardless of what segment of life we come from, the context of our everyday has been disrupted; how, then, can we rethink how we fit into the social fabric?

The true cost of dying lies beyond the sick. It buries itself in the people who try to love the sick.

retracing frowns is how we forego boundaries, to chase greener passports.

When we raise our hands now, the air is flush / with vacancies.

To deconstruct something is not to destroy it, but to understand how it was built, part by part; what can our new narratives teach us about the reality that’s been there all along?

in the epoch of biodiversity dwindle is a vestigial ritual.

I detected — above the waft of Auntie Anne’s pretzels and the affront of vanilla and eucalyptus from Bath and Body Works — the warm, musky scent of oud.

We live where the fog used to gather every morning, curtaining the streets and freeways in a misty haze.

When the Ferguson shooting and protests erupt in 2014, I am stuck in my own cocoon, mourning recent betrayals in my marriage.

Before my jaw surgery, I got used to doctors holding my face in their hands.

In a tiny village in Southern Poland named “Mała,” a Catholic priest sexually abused dozens of underage girls

Today I’m too angry to know what to do with myself, so I take a very hot shower and listen to loud music

I’ve been thinking a lot about bridges over the past year.