Mom dug and I nearly helped. Plastic trowel in my seven year hands not turning much soil. Planting was my … More
If I belonged to a wolf or a sparrow or was the child of truckdrivers you would post your letter … More
I use a bathtub to drown each one, hold them under with tweezers until I am wet to my wrists … More
The sand remains in my pockets weeks after I collected that pink quartz, grains wedge under my nails, shards burrowing … More
You realize old enough now you believe in spirits, yes. My … More
Soy in cubes and bean and paste, the water murky for papier-mâché. Newsprint strips hardened into craft for third grade … More
Until I learned the water cycle, I thought factory smoke stacks made clouds.