you had not let the bougainvillea grow untamed for those months, knowing what it would do to the stucco how it would cover the roof its fuchsia threatening the gutters every time it rains Continue reading
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I do not know how to narrate childhood: I was a small secret once tethered to a rocking womb, prone to motion sickness. Continue reading
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If I speak plainly, just this once
I have tried for weeks to find the poetry in my mother’s madness. I find it, then lose it, then find it again. My mother spent years buying gemstones off the television, only to hold them up to the sun in her backyard and watch them sparkle. She is not a simpleton, distracted by shine, … Continue reading
Day 2 of 36
I had hoped to write something on the last day of 35; or, even the first of 36, but nothing came. That is how it goes. In this part of the universe, I am about an hour into the second day of my 36th year, and I can’t sleep. I did not jump into this … Continue reading
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Day 341 of 35
In a pile of clothes to be mended, I find the slip you broke. Strap torn away, small tear left behind Easy enough to stitch, I told you, when you paused at the damage you had done. Pink thread, fine needle, a rudimentary sewing ability passed on from my father’s days in … Continue reading
Day 309 of 35
I miss the poetry of desire and the taste of want. Continue reading
Day 303 of 35
Dialogue He says: You’re angry. She says: I’m hurt, so I wear higher heels and more lipstick. But, I can see how that looks like angry. He says: Sometimes, I worry that without you, I will forget how to breathe She says: Hold your breath. The … Continue reading
Day 281 of 35
Though it is not my usual posture, I have had an overwhelming desire to retreat lately—maybe, even to hide. I have been running scenarios through my head for months. I come across enough money to quit working the 8-5 job. I tell my lady mutts, Delilah and Sugar, to hop in the back of … Continue reading
Day 226 of 35 (Day 16 of NaPoWriMo)
Past a verdant entrance, eschewed, disconnected. Parenthetical emotive flame low enough to veil cadence and demand. The sea questions me with ambiance, salt and camphor. A slow manner lets loose the cant of conspirators Language cannot mar the lady, though on pages lingers pain and memento. Today my sad tongue passes saints: part question, mostly … Continue reading
Day 214 of 35 (Day 4 of NaPoWriMo)
She has no problem sleeping beneath flashing neon Open…Open…Open But starlight worries her “They know,” she says. “They know.” *I wasn’t feeling well yesterday, so no Day 3. Also, the above isn’t inspired by the official prompt. Today’s prompt seems to speak to the more clever writers out there. I’m not terribly clever. Continue reading
Untempered Glass 