Mar 213 minThe 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...
Feb 193 minMy father placed the snapshot of my mother on the day I bled and became a womanSnippets 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 53 minMy father’s mending nurseryMy father studied agriculture to never raise tomatoes in grow bags. pumpkins flowered my childhood home, springing autumn in the family well
Feb 33 minThe universe plants sadness in our blood cells to sometimes grieve the unmourneda 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 283 minI’m dying to not leave you firstClass notes my appetite expanded with him. food was his love language. the fancy juicer saw his impulsive, almost untameable hunger. i am...
Jan 273 minI wish we never run out of tomatoesOn Sunlight and Tomatoes The winter sun is forgiving today, and you are julienning the tomatoes in the kitchen. There is something in the...