POETRY
I keep thinking about the time in high school when you drew me a map…
I am a motherless child in winter, I am a childless mother in the profusion…
Don’t send officers to my door; don’t say you regret to inform me. I don’t…
MISSING NANA Just an ordinary drive here to there grocery store maybe stopping for…
People love to ponder what they would tell their younger selves, beguiled by the…
Passing a cigarette on the beach between two strangers, one inside her proud black…
While in a museum, I examined a wreath crocheted withstrands of human hair: black,…
