the last moments before dawn

My favorite time of day is the hour just before dawn. Not the magical moment of dawn itself, when light begins to shimmer across everything; no, the bit just before, when the sky is still dark, and the city is lit only by streetlamps, headlights,… Read More

but not goodbye

“Goodnight,” says thirty-five. This year, my thirty-fifth year, was a big year for me; I had a baby. Pregnancy is funny because it’s such a momentous thing—and yet it’s also so common. There are few monopolies—you suffer from the same things that many people you… Read More

bougainvillea | stock photo by Dmitrij Paskevic

a report on my third trimester

the fact is, i am laying in bed, my belly a watermelon bruising my ribs, my heart long since subdued. the next months will be worse, i know, i tell myself, as i lay on my side, sharp pains and dull aches matched with nauseousness,… Read More

Stock photo by Padurariu Alexandru

the poem in my pocket

April is National Poetry Month, which I am in principle hugely excited about, but this year I have been almost completely negligent in celebrating it. I did manage to send one very bad rough draft of a poem to a fellow poetry-minded friend, so that’s… Read More