I leave an offering, half a cup of cheap pomegranate / wine and two 50-cent coins. To make a half of a whole / you need two. I ask for safe passage. The river / stinks of sewage and hot air. It is still, flat, and brown.

On the banks of the Olentangy River

Dear Diary,

Today I wore the new tank top I got from SHEIN. It’s white and has a pink butterfly on it. The butterfly is captured mid-flight, its wings spread. Or that’s how I thought it looked. Val said it looks like the butterfly’s been crushed.

Girlhood Survival Guide

love, let us lay together here in this wet earth. / let it consume us. let it sink its teeth into our soft flesh. / let the earth swallow us whole, eat us raw. / let us return from that which we came: / for we are not ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

decompose with me

These two poems by Lizzy Sparks explore the connections between our present selves and our family roots, examining both small-scale relationships within families and the weight of the entirety of human history…

i will become history too + my grandma hates dogs

The knife I use to cut cherry pie is six-inches deep in my husband’s chest, the handle slippery with his blood and mine. His eyes stare, unfocused, at a point above my head, blue and cold as the water that runs from our kitchen sink.

The Knife I Use to Cut Cherry Pie

in the backseat / of an $11.69 Lyft home / darkness outside / creeping in / ultraviolet city lights / blot out the stars / darken the night sky

elegy for the walkable city

poor teen girls / LET US HELP YOU ...... / fleshy DIRTY daughters — / DOWNLOAD NOW! / be a teen pinup /  ...... body and beauty to die for, / Photo, please.

It Girl Corpse: Or, I Cut up the National Enquirer and Turned It Into Shitty Poetry

Drone-6468 is a pigeon. There is nothing remarkable about Drone-6468. He has gray feathers, red eyes, and orange feet, just like every other pigeon.

Selected work