One glorious day ein kleines wanderung took my wandering mind through the unbound forest where I was buried in the green dresses of its ancient sentinels that rustled to me gently, Alles ist jetzt ganz ruhig Mein kleines Kind. They enveloped me in so much space that I fell down a slippery silent slo
(oh no) I put my hands on your hips ran my thumbs over the soft roll of skin there You kept stepping on my feet and we kept laughing “You’re so short” “Shush” I think it’s starting again And the worst part is you’re the best dance partner I’ve found every time I know I’ll […
1. I’m not afraid to walk alone at night. My fears live in the bedroom next to mine. 2. Slumber party first kiss stories: I’d rather lie than say “My brother” every time. 3. My mom asked me what my nightmare was about. I said “Same as always.” I meant “It’s your son.” 4. I [&hellip
after “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon There’s not much to say about where I am from, where I remain rooted in the ground. There were apple trees, an orchard only a few miles away, countryside covering the area as far as I could see. This town so distant, this house too big; I […]
“Sometimes, the only way to deal with a house fire is to help it burn, so that it consumes itself before setting the whole town alight.” -Unknown We’re in a world of weapons: the newscaster and the songwriter, guns with no serial numbers, the bible and the people who twist it. If you’re no
Look out the window: the sky is purple. A hushed beginning of winter. Pinprick snowflakes fall past apartments and gas stations, drift to the street, gust through stunted gingkos and onto a half-remembered lake. Freezing it solid. I am five years old. I find a Mallard frozen in the surface of the wa
I liked it best when Grandma braided my hair. Mom held her grip too tight and my forehead would ache, but Grandma combed back the unruly wisps of hair with a gentle touch. I liked it best when Grandma bundled me up into my winter coat. She made sure my scarf was snug against my […]
calling out to me with your feet firmly on the ground how could you know how it feels? the water tugs at my hair caresses my cheeks traces my lips my eyes squeeze shut my face feels blindly for the warmth of the sun one last time as i brace myself for the water rushing […]
That year, Qingming landed on Easter. The Son and Moon must have coordinated their calendars for everyone’s convenience. That day, Mary went with Other Mary to see Him, but He was gone. The incense fell, and ceramic pieces scattered into shards. Imagine knowing that the person you loved was alive
and this morning when i looked in the mirror, the glass painted mulberry commiseration around my eyes. everything may be growing in your garden but mine has been housing the antarctic frosts lately. i’m not nervous i’m not nervous; a conversation is only a blazing of teeth is only a fish’s tai
