There is pain, and then there is that cold hand in mine, becoming warmer, like a kiss on the cheek.
Category: Literature
A pass-through place
My lamp will guide alone in these precincts.
The Fall of Rome
“I can’t be pregnant, Father. Can you help me, Father?”
Final Draft of a First-Generation Student
or how deeply, how thoroughly, I am writing/ away a million years of history that erased me.
The Wren
We learned to give him space, accommodate/his hours, leave the front door shut while he/slept.
Franco da Rocha
I’ve never left that street named Winter,
where next-doors shared baked corn
Here
Here: the bench where we wept for so many/births and deaths.
Sea Glass Undertones
God, hear my muted screams.
Red Berries
That day I left a parcel at the post office that held 108 pages of my life, 795g of it, labelled and segmented and paperclipped
The Magpie’s Bride
The wedding day arrives. Her brothers have kept watch all night, to see that she will not try to escape.