Month: September 2022
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fairy tigers
an animated tigersings sweetly to my attentive daughterpretending words that don’t rhyme do:‘grooown-ups come backkkkkkk’ my children,(my dear, sweet, innocent children)are being raised by a woman whose grown-ups didn’t come backsome days it feels like i’m giving them more than i had just by being here-other days, all forgotten lies & fairy tales.
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unrelinquished
i want it to be goodi believe, that if it issome of the goodness on the page therewill leap up from it and impale itself in me i will stop feeling the sleight of my delinquency then my possession of bones and skin, a heart, both handswill relinquish themselvesfrom the lovethat made them give it…
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the school bus
it doesn’t stop in front of our house. ours is the kind of house no one stops in front of. stares at? sure. whispers about? certainly. but only ever from the safety of their moving cars or curious bodies. our bus driver’s name is kimberly, but she isn’t one; she’s tough, a single working mother…
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always remember
last year, in time with the 20th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks, i listened to, ‘long shadow- 9/11’s lingering questions’- an 8-episode podcast by reporter and author garrett graff. it was a well done and disturbing yet beautiful depiction of what we all experienced in some way that fateful day, i as a twenty-year-old college…
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good fortune
the view is aerial. you’re flying. on a train, through the sky. clickity-clack-zoom-zoom. you land in a place called texas but you swear the sign said “welcome armadillo”. either way it’s your family who greets you at the bus stop. or rather people who look like your family but don’t behave like them. when you…
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freebird
‘you have a way with words’i heard her say once,in earnest but all the words i ever spoke back then were all the words i knew she’d want to hearso really it was the words who were having their waywithme through trialand mostly error,i have discerned most people would rather notlook atorlisten toa grown woman…
santos scribes 