In Unison Years before she leaves my father, before she’s subsumed by wine’s delusion, Mother’s doing exercises, Jack LaLanne in shades of gray. Too young for school, I lie beside her, absorbing her body warmth, her comforting fragrance, allies on... Continue Reading →
Degrees of Separation When a child tweets between falling bombs Hello world can you hear that? thousands of followers can but when the question is more personal Are you there? Can you help? the simple becomes more difficult to swallow,... Continue Reading →
Post-it Therapy I am the Post-it note on the subway walls. Canal Street: my body not yours, Fathers – apologize to your daughters, stay together, don't give up, Light and love to all. Read me, write on me. I am... Continue Reading →
silence mother was swallowed by sharks – she had bent down to pick up seashells for me, on the river shore: first her hair, then her eyes, then her mouth. now all mother’s words are being carried on water, while... Continue Reading →
Autumn Interlude Trees don their orange vests. Mercury drops. Crescendo, cymbal crash: children walk home from school through mud puddles. We fall, under the influence of gravity. The year’s routine cracks. The wind across a girl’s cheeks: an ocean’s starry... Continue Reading →
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