What is more baby brother than a shy knock on my bedroom door? What is more baby brother than his body flopping onto my bed, keeping his…… Read more “Childhood Twice Over”
Category: Poetry
Proof there is god
The tears my mother cries as she washes dishes after dinner Vaughn Williams on the stereo The way my brother leans all of his weight into me…… Read more “Proof there is god”
December Morning
Visual poetry… Music: Clair De Lune by Claude Debussy
How to wear makeup on the days you do not leave the house
Put it on. Pull the mascara wand through your eyelashes. Do not think about it. Do not talk yourself out of it. Put it on. Pull your…… Read more “How to wear makeup on the days you do not leave the house”
Airport Heaven
I use to fall asleep mid prayer, trusting that a guardian angel would conclude the list of things I am grateful for. I use to fall…… Read more “Airport Heaven”
Footnotes
I. Back and forth we went, trying to remember the word for words that sound the same but are spelled differently. A word from our youths when…… Read more “Footnotes”
Herself in Numbers
I’m learning to count behind the numbers where Quantity keeps an inventory of all the ages you’ve been. You’ve been three, four, eighteen and twelve. Thirty four,…… Read more “Herself in Numbers”
The Description of Details
I think about all the melted chocolate, all the stained purses. I think about the intricacies of naming. Calling it something. Call it dark or white or…… Read more “The Description of Details”
Pollen in June
Pollen in June is summer’s snow, sticking to my sweat. Pollen in June is a gentle snowstorm coating the swings, the strollers, and slides. The…… Read more “Pollen in June”
Softened Butter
I tilt my head to look more into his eyes, I like how tilting is more, it’s the most I know. I am twenty. I know how…… Read more “Softened Butter”
Bee Abundant 