“A lean sweetness opens into
humming depths and
you remember the scent from years you thought dead.
Your sour eyes remember the thin, brilliant blue of
the decades before I was born.”
I’ve been in a weird place these last couple of months. Delirious happiness, bitter heartbreak, and catastrophic rage […]
Counting the shakes in the bush, the lovers stand against white railing.
are fresh, wet beads of pomegranate on the table. Candied sheets of want in every slit- every space […]
for Charleena Lyles There’s a hole where the child was. Great big hole- twinkling embers inside with howling […]
I’ve always been and will forever be a morning person- the type of morning person who is in […]
It was ten summers ago when my father informed me that we were moving to Alabama. I thought […]