Santa Clarita is a city that shouldn’t exist. It’s a suburban community supplanted onto a desert— man-made lakes…

Along the northern fringe of Los Angeles, where the city spills into the Verunda Mountains…

It feels strange to write about firsts when it feels like I’ve reached the stage…

My body knew how to fight long before I did, long before my father told everyone…

The first time I read the Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde, I read the censored version. Even upon finishing…

The first time I had a conversation in Italian, I thought I was going crazy…

In my first few months of living in Los Angeles, I was desperate for community. I…

Below is a letter I wrote to myself on the night before my recent gender-affirming top surgery. Having…

He’s not my first love, but he is

the first to have haunted me like this…

_____ word, she told me later, was ‘red.’ I began language with her favorite color…

I had it all stung into me: the piano bar,

The soft and trembling glitter, perpetual fire-eater…

The first time I questioned my gender identity, I was playing Pokémon Black and White…

Maybe it was my penchant for dating gay men or my rebellious, clout-chasing spirit, wrapped up in a package…

I called Rohan for the following reasons. He has the only penis I had…

If someone were to ask me something about my experience in first grade, I would…

let me come close to a poem

on a page, a company of…

the first act of love shared

between my sister and i…

you bought yourself your own sazon. online shopping, ordering groceries for delivery. seasonings aisle. it caught your eye…

If I walked through a day

Like it was my first day on earth

What would I notice…