Meanwhile, the day had folded into itself and combined with the terror to become vivid and pristine and perfect.….My son leaned and offered his hands to help me over the…
Love how Jhumpa Lahiri in The Lowland combines the changing of colors with his nostalgia for home. He had begun his third autumn in Rhode Island, 1971. Once more the leaves…
Sil road down Ditmars and her bright yellow sweater almost got stuck between herself and the bike. It fit too close between the bike and her self. She looked so…
green light holding me here i want to fall into it and wander inside yet it turns to red and the room begins hard and stiff i trip my face…
Here the trees just hit the window stop right below the windowsill they know i sit there too just about to reach them Here the water in my plant overflows water…
My first draft of a new story set in Queens, be kind! ————————————————————————————– The Stop “Oh, here,” Leila said as she picked up his metro card that dropped beside…
My first draft of a story set in Queens and Israel/Palestine… be kind! ———————– “Good morning.” Eli could hear the soft hesitant click of Hess’s ceramic cup with the…
“There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water– it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original…
rain falling onto the fire escape cooling off the city we measure the day based on what falls in these few inches of space outside our windows if there is…
…not even the familiar scent of eucalyptus, or the sight of its leaves thrust into a nostril, or the drumroll of rain on currogated tin roof, or the visceral odor of…
Lights in the Hand 