oyster on the shore, now a shell. a flash descends, descendants, iridescence, like a hummingbird. sand and water hold the sky soft while the…
these hands. these hands were never made for writing. harvesting. digging. plowing. grasping mounds of calluses. these hands. these hard-won hands. grasping, disquiet hands…
I have an affinity for things that cannot hold my weight,as if I crave to sit soundly in the bowl of a spoon.It cannot…
Put awaythe unread messages& unopened drinks& can openers thatyou’ll never use in drawers next to chutneysbubble-wrapped from India& that one gifted chopstick that lost…
i was beautiful. disheveled, sad, younger than my given time in years. cold feet, cold hands. blood circulating unevenly, unfairly, a residual fear of…
I drove across the Flagler Memorial Bridge with a scarlet sun setting in my eyes like red-winged thrushes fluttering in a pine scrub forest.…
Two secret ingredients:dried flowersand toasted pumpkin seeds. A ceremonial tone interrupted by sips of infused iced tea.Chamomile floretsin boiling water smell of sofrito tenderizing the browning meat.A cold cast-iron poton no…
This is the night the dead unburythemselves & sit at my table;they do not know that they are dead & how would I convince…
At his home, we cook pasta, the one I make for my parents, who crane their necks to make sure I don’t burn burn…