for Mom Sangría and string lights sweet under the olive treesthe stars appearing through gnarled branchesyou yawn like the almost-full moon savingsome of yourself for the night ahead and with a nodand a hand the usher directs everyone into the theaterchatter filling the tall ceiling from which stage lightsdim but bright enough stillto see dust motes... Continue Reading →

Look mama by the mailbox didn’t the flowers just come out they’re already dyingWill he cut one of meto fadefar from my familydisplayedin glass so he need notstoop and rememberdirthimself      unselved in Spanish today we learned selva means forestanything that decomposes words into letters in English class we’re singing w         x         y and z now... Continue Reading →