The living room                                                             half-empty –               space where Daddy’s...

Nobody knows what to do with sad people. I remember this mostly on Tuesdays When my grandmother chews her tears, mopping grief In the dry...

I take comfort in knowing that if the world ended right now, in this very moment, my legs would be bare. There is some value in that, I...

scars encircling her wrist form a bracelet or a handcuff dark shapes like ash dropped randomly from a volcano scattered over legs and...

on more than one occasion, i make my mother cry. drunk at twenty-six, i do not tell her whether she is more garden or greenhouse, but i...

I packed a book of poems for us to read aloud in bed.     I want to hear your voice embrace syllables intended to metaphor the...

dust particles float through the air in a stream of light across the bedroom floor landing like soft kisses on skin (my wretched skin)...

Our shoes are different sizes  Toes curling to fit in the space Aching pain bites– Oh, to be included Piano lessons since birth  But a...

just a forlorn gaze  at my missing self  reminds me of our boudoir, once we hermit crabs’ shell.  I imagine myself growing from the dry...

Three communists at a table Discuss the future of planet Earth. Your family back in Vietnam Are struggling, the rice is drowning, No...

My mother’s voice, a hymn of Haiti, Resonates in the rhythm of discipline, Each note a commandment, Each beat a boundary.   I dance...

1.     Pine needles sprinkled down like confetti. 2.                                    -prom closed with reflective confetti. 3.    ...