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Rub Rub Pat Pat

It’s drive thirty minutes East to get eggs and milk from the farmer lady. Little chickens, yellow and brown and red cluck, cluck as they waddle in the…

Sep 4 •

July 2023

Jennifer and The Inhuman Institution

When dirt was in the process of no longer being home. The sky no longer residence of the great creator. The ocean no longer an edge of a mystery.

Jul 15 •

March 2023

Home Begins in Water

Home begins with whooshing and mama’s voice through water. It begins with her breathing, a rhythm like her heart beating. Home begins in water.

Mar 26 •

December 2022

I have indeed felt that expanse - when my feet bare felt earth soft and cold underneath. When my skin lie on hot white sand. When I watched the sun…

Dec 29, 2022 •

August 2022

The Easter Flower

Perhaps in life we bloom upon bloom in new ways like a revolving door or a winter that always returns.

Aug 10, 2022 •

June 2022

They Will Tell Stories With Their Bodies

They will pat pat, dance dance on the soft white ground. They will tell stories with their bodies of who they are and where they come from.

Jun 14, 2022 •

May 2022

There's Nothing Wrong With Us

A dream and a letter to Gen Z, Millennials and everyone else

May 14, 2022 •

April 2022

Spring in Tennessee

As the sun stays longer and friends talk at street corners longer, flowers purple and rabbits graze and sky blues and kids return to blankets on…

Apr 26, 2022 •

March 2022

Why Do Some Things Fit and Others Never Do?

And then on the other side is Greg, who pinches and kisses my cheeks and calls me his angel. Every morning he walks with his little, white dog past my…

Mar 22, 2022 •

His skin is dark like cherry. So dark, it’s red underneath. He wears overalls and has a gap as big as the Cumberland River between his two front teeth…

Mar 8, 2022 •

February 2022

Dry, Hair Whipping Air

Roswell comes suddenly and is green-faced, black almond-shaped eyed, flying saucer, UFO territory.

Feb 15, 2022 •

Let's Get Married

This was painted during the war he told me when I bought it in a cluttered, hot street market in Hội An that smelled like fish and water. When the…

Feb 8, 2022 •

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