Illusion

Briefly I dwelt upon my mother’s tongue….
as a fantasy
kind and intelligent
my mirage carries only my
features but none of my
weaknesses

Plum

Yesterday
my brother comes up to me,
paintbrush in hand,
eyes mischievous,
grabs my wrist
twisting gently so my palm lay
face-up in his.
With careful…

Little Mistress

I was no more than six when my throat first felt the clench of pressure

Summertime

In day cast by headlights,
shadows stumble over skin —
butterfly-thin.

Rosin

When I was ten and that buttery
palm sized resin was placed
into my hand, I clutched it gently
with my fingers. I wrapped it in cloth

Light

1. when light lands on valleys it sounds like a powerful gulp

The Dark Man

Dear Dark Man Haven’t dialogued in a while, he knows

Summer Haze

It is summer. The child is barefoot. She is barefoot and scab-kneed in the creek that runs by her house. She smells slightly like mulch…