Poetry

1A man and a woman meet at a luncheon organized by their church. He's just finished service in the Air force as a member of the band, only a french horn ever held tightly against his chest. She grew up in brooklyn and he promises as they sip on coffee she will be the...

The head of broccoli on my plate is a home i've only resonated with in rage,And I’m aware of the heat under the skin of my palms: they show no sign of bursting into flames,Though i'm not convinced I am alive in this kitchen.Forgotten in the the rhythm of our rocking...

I watched you in awe carefully from the kitchen table As mom went out of focus stood in the fridge light Storing the groceries for the week. Any worry in my mind was washed away once you took one carefully into your palm. It looked so much bigger in your hands so much...

My sister and I were born almost three months premature. It was an emergency C-section, one my mom had been insisting on: her coworker was three months further along, with twins that also shared a placenta. They were born early due to twin-to-twin transfusion, a rare...