I Cumulus clouds drift above the canopy of leaves shading tireless workers. Rows of bountiful produce in a pastoral landscape where the passage of light measures time. Thrifty, makeshift furrows …
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Poetry
……………….. ……………after Amy Chua An accent is a sign of bravery, of journey, celebrated or unsung— a mark of freedom from the slavery of thinking in a single siloed tongue. …
How did I get so blue? Events, free food, and friends galore. It infects my fingertips and rushes through. This novelty lasted until nothing was true— the college kid’s book, …
I am the sorrow of the perpetual outsider, Carried on through centuries of pain. Still hearing the echoes of souls once silenced, From signs that read, “No Indians, Chinese, or …
a blue moon bears the name ………..of the moon, …………………………….the earth, ………………….a raucous thank you ………..and amen. you cry for ………………….you, ……………………………and your family ………………………………………and your friends. ………..a wonderful day …
how long does it take for rock to chisel to sand? each speck is said …
a hospital bed steeped in ammonia currents of stale urine a tube of canesten straddling the commode atop a stack of unused diapers fruit flies metastasizing from browning …
i knew my poh-pohthrough my mother first—a wordless womanmade cruel and callous by war,by orphanage; undigested toneschewed and spit out as lotus paste.goldenrod teeth, appleseed eyes.she put her memory down …
Leaving the city of towers and green spaces, the waves crash against rocks, Lake Huron, wind slices into water as it does in the Pacific. The water moves with the …
The lonely moon hangs in the skywaiting for the stars to come out and playOnce the curtain of night fallsit is a lighthouse for those lost at seaBut daylight drags …