Tag Archive | childhood
A poem I wrote for my niece to welcome her into womanhood.
Because I know he is home-seeking and hungry. Because I see the fragility of eight legs holding tight to porcelain. Because I once needed to be scooped up from drowning showers to sunlit window panes.Because when I was nine, I had to break into our motel room on a Friday night after church.Because my mom […]
when sun falls in dim slants through holes in thin curtains you can see the universe of dust they have not traveled here but revealed by narrow sunbeams in the quiet light of morning suddenly, I am afraid to breathe the enormity of it billions of particles floating hovering like microscopic gnats when I see […]
It’s home movies on a reel-to-reel. Light is always dim, pouring in from thin covered windows. He is carpenter, framing houses. Long days in the sun tan his skin, make him sleep late on weekends. We play Ambulance anytime I bump my head, scrape my shin. He lifts me over his shoulders and mocks sirens […]
Very excited to have a poem published in the newest issue of Yellow Chair Review! “Oil-Black” is one about my grandfather I wrote shortly after his death last year. I had the hardest time setting on revisions for this poem, but decided it was time to send it out into the world. There are many […]
I am incredibly honored to be Drunk Monkeys “Writer of the Month” for July. They will be posting five of my poems across the month, the first of which is “Pressboard Salvation“. It’s about a childhood memory when I’d hide under the pews at church. Please enjoy!
The newest issue of In-flight Literary Magazine is out today! I have two very different poems up, “What I Mean When I Say My House Is Now a Park” and “Paint”. One is a memory of my young childhood house that has since been demolished and the other is a lyrical poem. There are many […]
The new East Jasmine Review is out now! You can download this lovely literary journal for the price of a fancy coffee. It is packed full of amazing authors such as: Sean Gunning, John Brantingham, Kelsey Bryan-Zwick, Natalie Morales, Michael Cantin, and Zack Nelson-Lopiccolo. I am especially happy that two of my poems based around my dysfunctional […]
This is really a thing I am doing. Nancy Lynée Woo and I are part of a book club discussion from the National Center for Children in Poverty, which chose our book, Gutter & Alleyways: Perspectives on Poverty and Struggle. Sometimes I still feel like that girl living on the constant edge of chaos, fighting to […]
for Josh I wish I had a sonic screwdriver I wish I had a magic wand I wish I had a time machine or pixie dust or a book of spells I wish I had a genie lamp I wish I had the holy grail I wish I had a flying carpet or a portal […]