Green …the leaping greenly spirits of trees… e.e. cummings Green is the truest color. It does not lift its eyes too high. It does not hate like red, nor rage with orange nor put on purple’s kingly pretense, nor like... Continue Reading →
Soul Food Outside of this kitchen Their cold & battered flesh Seek out for my eyes To bring them warmth Life I got a pot of greens on my stove And a wooden spoon that never forgets My grandsons and... Continue Reading →
Playing Hearts at Uncle Doug's Those nights playing cards at Uncle Doug's the smoke-filled kitchen, the beagle at his feet. Aunt Elaine fills our glasses with Pepsi and hums Johnny Cash with the radio that plays low next to the... Continue Reading →
Quintile A copper token forges a place in the unlit sky. I can see the contours of another life playing out in dim silhouette. Bodies and foliage in swirling arabesque sculpt a new astronomy. A chimney’s blue smoke obscures the... Continue Reading →
Garden of Eden They will call her the widow with no grass. In a gated mobile court, she builds a garden, fills every inch of ground with shrubs, trees and vines. Inside the double trailer, her husband lays dying of... Continue Reading →
Not Blue, But Black She spent childhood afternoons at the bathroom sink, hand washing and wringing, cutting her twelve- year molars on hunger for certainty. Riddled by compulsive tics, her feet encased in depressive concrete, she survived with pills and... Continue Reading →
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