Once One Has a Face
Hawk, a red hawk, Maybe the hawk we saved last year. Hawk, our hawk, Once one has a face, They all do. I killed the cat by pulling away...
Strangers
Gloria is careful with her questions. She doesn’t want to ask why. She doesn’t want to ask questions She herself won’t answer. I listen...
(My) Desert
“The Ten Commandments on television this weekend?” my dad asks me. “I don’t know. We never watch ABC.” “Isn’t it on for Passover?”...
Bones
Under the yellow and white stripe food tent at the county fair my dad tells me he plans to move my mother’s body. “I can’t leave her...
Pages, Unbound
Reflecting back her life as mirrors and opening unknown doors, the pages spilled from undusted shelves. For a moment the princess paused...
Skeins and Sisters
One skein of yarn has hardly any weight to it. Purple twisted blue and somewhat fraying, it's four years old. The barely rolled ball is...
Soup
Soup. Once a salted, tugged open top Eaten cold In a classroom. Every day, the only option. Soup. Still need to breathe Steam for the...
Fences. Trees. Farmers.
"Fences. Everyone used to have fences." My dad reminds me of this often. He reminds me of it when we gaze at the corner post across...
I Knew I Had It In Me. . .
“I knew I had it in me But I still had to do it.” I’m not a thrill seeker, nor do I know anything more about snowboarding than that...
Valentine's Day: Excerpt from Strings in our Hands
“Valentine’s Day is my favorite holiday, especially in Guatemala,” I announced after showing up to work my shift at the library’s...
