You

are fresh, wet beads of pomegranate on the table. Candied sheets of want in every slit- every space in the city holds you, your steel and the old tunes. All the coins lying quiet in the empty pool. My love is spitting and ebbing against broad daylight. The greatest, the sum of my evenings, a […]

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Birmingham: A Love Story

It was ten summers ago when my father informed me that we were moving to Alabama. I thought I had misheard Louisiana, Canada – Narnia even. Anything but that place. My stomach fell into itself and I pressed my forehead into the passenger’s side window. The South has always been my home but growing up in […]

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