The thing that teases the mind over and over for years, and at last gets itself put down rightly on paper whether little or great, it belongs to Literature.
“Transformation”, “That’s the beauty you are looking for” and “A Painter”
“Three Boys”, “Games Inside Games” and “Religion”
“The Outsider”, “The Fault Finders” and “We Fill”
“The Back Pew”, “Spooked” and “Bella”
All blonde, black velvet and sparkles,
amongst the church poinsettias.
The enchanted mother pulls out a phone
and captures earlier versions of herself.
Should I tattle
when the youngest,
lying on her back
beneath the pew,
begins to draw
on its underside?
“Suit suicide”, “The Broken City” and “The Void”
“My God”, “Shape As Walls” and “The Bastard of Baguio”
“my father & i steal back our dinosaur bones”, “light up my body like an EXIT sign–” and “where do you bury your bed time stories?”
“It was a cold winter for swimming”, “Trees” and “The place where skin flakes settle”
There is a tender mystery about life—little seeds are planted inside the heart, which grow over time. Most of us are unaware of these little seeds, but when the one you love departs from this world an unusual thing begins to happen. Those little unknown seeds begin to grow. At first we are unmindful of these little seeds, for the pain of the loss is so great. But, as that ...