Poetry
Flecks of sun falling / as we sit / on the fading porch / our legs brushing / warm-glazed skin…
Sunset skin, mottled with black flecks Sucked breath and knife slams down Right side cleaved, cut into squares …
They’re always “tennis shoes” to me, though no one in my household ever held a racket. Mom called them that,…
Steam rising from clothes I hang out to dry. Smoky haze catches breeze, disappears in morning light. Early rain clings…
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dear america, i had you in spoonfuls the other day for forgiveness.…
cobalt blossoms arch their square shoulders,rosy tints of gray shimmer in the golden sun. impulses…
cutting offmy split ends withchildren’s scissors smearing redwatercolor paintacross my lips tearing …
when i fell six feet outof the air, i landed in the hotel swimming pool.…
At 8:15pm on Fridays, I get to officially have my dad back. At 8:15pm…
my mouth is filled with dust and i want to reclaim the new— i …
There’s a sense of comfort in the water. My body glides through as if it…