Apr 26, 2011 | Art, Spring/Summer 2011
stay close; don’t go When I look into your eyes.
Apr 26, 2011 | Art, Spring/Summer 2011
Apr 2, 2011 | Prose, Spring/Summer 2011
My mother was in her late 30s when she had me. My dad was older. I don’t know much about their relationship before me, but I think it was rocky. Neither of them expected children at that age. But then I came, and two and a half years later my sister. I woke up earlier...
Mar 29, 2011 | Poetry, Spring/Summer 2011
His face, I see him on the news, in the paper, in the eyes of every classmate, friend, teammate, wandering campus aimlessly, empty inside; confused how he could have left so suddenly. Such a promising young man, so much to live for, So much was left to accomplish, to...
Mar 26, 2011 | Poetry, Spring/Summer 2011
I speculate that there isn’t much to see at night Vision slightly tinted of a star’s shadow at night. Dear father, do tell why you make me talk to granite When the only time you answer is silently at night. She kneels before her window, pouring out her dreams Eyes...
Mar 26, 2011 | Poetry, Spring/Summer 2011
Dried tongue Last licks on a yellow envelope Headed to a former love A fresh marker with a dark scent Spurs an open window The collection of a former life starts to fade away Marked and unmarked boxes Of what to give up Of what the heart still holds captive Silence...
