With long, sharp knives they took his mother’s voice. Now on sterile sheets she lies silent, waiting for him. Lips…
Slow Burn
There’s a match ignited there below my throat below the earth under rotting leaves caged …
Grief is not a Process
It capsizes and grinds you. Leaves you keel-hauled bloody and breathless. It rolls in slowly. You don’t see it, then…
Little Ears
what are you saying about us in elevators checkout line movie line bank line bus what are you telling each…
Untouched
wrapped in arms and legs right words with magic curled and comfortable sliding together a spot of pressure a cold…
Drive Away
When I was 9 or 10, I had a nightmare every week for a year. I’m driving in fog. I…
Small Favors
It was really, really not fair notfairnotFAIRnotFAIR Lelly’s yellow boots smacked the wet sidewalk, half-frozen water sending a satisfying spray-punctuated…
What the Old Woman Said
“But it scares me.” She pulled another blade of long grass, sliding the delicate sweet bit from the tough stalk.…
On Easter and Salvation Cake
My Easter thoughts are circling around the day before yesterday. Because it’s really aaaaallllll about Good Friday. Yeahyeahyeah, life, hope…
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