The Seven Devils

Whether he met his fate in the mountains, or the mountains became a route of escape, the secret of what happened to the missing man is now forever guarded by the Devils.


Ode to Sweet Potato

Sliced, diced, fried. Boo, I think about my thighs ; what it would be like if you had thighs; how we’d cuddle, convincing ourselves we’ve been here before. We mesh and mash so well together. You home. You castle. You market where spices thicken the air: turmeric, ginger, cinnamon, nutmeg — fold into you like […]


In Praise of my Threaded Eyebrows

A seed that gave birth
to a legacy worth each bruised
palm from each time you lose
your grip
& fall to roots or feet,
bare feet.




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The most consistent yet overlooked character of any horror is easily the haunted house.