Decha LarsonOrange Marigolds for Grandpa JohnnyI paid her a visit before the first snowfallMar 20, 2020Mar 20, 2020
Decha LarsonThe Poetry of an Unfinished Medical JournalIf you were to split me open,Aug 6, 2019Aug 6, 2019
Decha LarsonThe Center of a CloudI walk, the bones of long-dead leaves crunching under my bare feet and lodging themselves between my toes. Something in my neck becoming…Apr 21, 2019Apr 21, 2019
Decha Larsona ballad from the girl who lives in my skinThe happiness of a girl wearing ‘home’ across her shoulders like a favorite jacketApr 14, 2019Apr 14, 2019
Decha LarsonMy MotherMy mother’s guilt fills the sky. When it is raining, I know her heart is drenched in a depression that not even I could console. When the…Mar 10, 2019Mar 10, 2019