Climb out of the Pacific Ocean, where fake islands crown a shore, and a dead boat floats bloated in the distance. Walk four blocks away from the waves. Ask any of my nieces. They’ll open their hands, read their palms, find me in a wrinkle that roots to their heart lines. Blindfold my mother and tell her I am hungry. Fill her hands with parathas … Continue reading 100 . five directions to me
The little leaf is paisley-shaped now, different from its brethren. Halfway through growing, a stem got in the way. It grew around it. It took its share of water from the roots, and grew around it. The plant itself doesn’t notice the difference anymore. Maybe, maybe in those moments of stalled blossom, the one little leaf felt like the weakest link, but not now. Now … Continue reading 100 / paisley
Your eyes are weary, little city, hospital beds so heavy. Shutter. Shutter brief. There is no need for a long sleep. Your smooth freeways will not wrinkle before you awaken. Your tallest palms will not bald before you open again. It will be soon, so soon. Shutter, shutter. Let the ocean fog tap on the windows of homes full of people and dreams. Let it … Continue reading hush lil freeway
When I was little, Mamasaur would cry at commercials. Though it didn’t make a lick of sense to me then, now I flood with tears even during the finale of the Great British Bake Off. I wonder who was the original template for this inheritance. My mother or hers? Or a mother before? Did she live before television, before radio, before books? Did she tear-drip … Continue reading 100 / watching
I want to be the first to know what I want to say, but it doesn’t always work out that way. The words I knead in my mind still need shaping today, still need baking today. I proof them on the countertop because it feels like everyone is standing so close together that it has warmed the air. You never really need the scarf when … Continue reading halfbaked snacks
1 Self-care. My new Etsy shop where people can buy some of my late husband’s art on a t-shirt, or even one of my little expressions. It feels good to know that Dave’s art is out there again, and that my words have been made tangible. And, who knows– maybe it’ll even help me chip slightly away on the enormous medical debt I’ve accumulated this … Continue reading 5 October Joys
When I close my eyes, the darkness has been replaced with slate gray, like snow has come and gone and made mush of everything inside. Hiding in my heart is a kitten without a home, still cold from the storm, still afraid of how the sky fell and no one stopped. What I’m trying to say is, I’m sad.Today–I’m sad. After so much time within … Continue reading praising the blooms
todayI opened my heart& watered myself for You. such a beautifulblossom You are, so beautifulI forgive myself, I forgive myselfthese rainfallsinto an open wound. . . . Based on the prompt from Fight Evil with Poetry, “Write a Love Letter to Your Future Self” and Discover Prompt, “Open”. And, these every-day-posts are courtesy of the #AprilCheerPepper challenge. Continue reading poem: love letter to my future self
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