The Poet’s Crime
The Vigil’s Progress We begin with the immediate memories Grandpa’s last phone call to each one of us only to hand over the receiver to...
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- Feb 19
- 3 min
My father placed the snapshot of my mother on the day I bled and became a woman
Snippets by my Father As a child my father dreaded earthquakes, he imagined that crevices formed out of them can be sewed into a table...
- Feb 5
- 3 min
My father’s mending nursery
My father studied agriculture to never raise tomatoes in grow bags. pumpkins flowered my childhood home, springing autumn in the family well
- Feb 3
- 3 min
The universe plants sadness in our blood cells to sometimes grieve the unmourned
a week of waking up with lead in my bones adulthood cuts through the air i breathe in the sharp monotones of hourly water reminders. a...
- Jan 28
- 3 min
I’m dying to not leave you first
Class notes my appetite expanded with him. food was his love language. the fancy juicer saw his impulsive, almost untameable hunger. i am...
- Jan 27
- 3 min
I wish we never run out of tomatoes
On Sunlight and Tomatoes The winter sun is forgiving today, and you are julienning the tomatoes in the kitchen. There is something in the...
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