Ilana ReneeLove, again.You have the most engorging, gorgeous smell. Your skin is melted velvet against my silk lips. Soft lips, very soft lips — that’s what the…Feb 16, 2018Feb 16, 2018
Ilana ReneeLeonélThe skin on his forearms , and especially the back of his neck, was a dark greybrown because of motorcyle-riding sun access. He had a…Dec 12, 2017Dec 12, 2017
Ilana ReneeThis I BelieveI believe that, one day, I will become who I want to become. Some days — well, most days — I wake up and I fall into the same rutted roads…Aug 17, 2017Aug 17, 2017
Ilana ReneeAnibalIt’s not that I don’t care for you. In fact I would rather spend all the days of the week listening to your pontificating than sleep, and…Apr 27, 2017Apr 27, 2017
Ilana ReneePapa de mi juventudHere he goes again, my father, with his ethereal zephyrs of the universe. He rides them with his hands over his eyes, trusting them in…Apr 27, 2017Apr 27, 2017
Ilana ReneeMy FriendWe talked about how we used to get hit: the belt, the hand, the word, about how he’d been forgotten, by the mother, by the father until he…Apr 25, 2017Apr 25, 2017
Ilana ReneeTry to RememberMy younger brother and I were on mattresses on the floor of our new house, trying to stall Grandma for as long as possible, not wanting to…Apr 25, 2017Apr 25, 2017
