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.    ...

My dad taught me how to ride a bike.  I was old enough to have opinions about how this all should happen—firstly, that I be well-prepared...

The summer I was lost, my grandmother gave me black cherry ice cream always two scoops, every night, and we’d sit on the porch in the...

I cut the flowers for a still life,                                     Smiling on the table top hunting joy;                            ...

I had been meaning to take a few dresses and rompers to the dry cleaners. I had rented three dresses to try on for my friends’ wedding...

She is a superstar, she is an indie darling. I know this sounds like a contradiction, but I can assure you that it isn’t. Her last album...

Stubborn dandelion, yellowed brilliance unaware that it’s outstayed the world’s welcome, soaked in still morning light with a pair of...

my eyes lock with my eyes two black holes, duplicated suspended in space and time.   i blink — and the self-portrait shifts late sun...

Three months. Fourteen days. One hour. Nineteen minutes. That’s how long it’s been since you broke up with me. I remember precisely...

i.   we were probably eight when you waved back    as i looked up from my new apartment balcony.      we looked for shells and jumped...

I bowed to the ground, picked up nine four-leaf clovers - six five-leaf clovers too. Their petals sliced by mower blades speckled by...