what the peonies taught me: A poem by Jaweerya Mohammad what the peonies taught me: they began as gnarly roots resembling chicken feet, what strange beauty could possibly swirl inside? every May for five years they only sprouted green foliage,... Continue Reading →
when clay dries A poem by Jaweerya Mohammad when clay dries grandma’s skin on her arms is soft like dough, drips like melted ice cream, paper thin. I pinch a fleshy chunk, trace the blue river of veins, inspect the... Continue Reading →
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