The Cat in the KitchenThe cat in the kitchen scared me. I found him nibbling at a pathetic bowl of brown pebbles, face half ripped-away before sunrise.Nov 22, 2022Nov 22, 2022
i amI am dancing to feel better, drinking old coffee, sitting in the sun, wearing clothes that haven’t dried yet, standing in an elevator with…Mar 18, 2021Mar 18, 2021
En voz bajaEn mí misma, he encontrado otro ser, que habla en voz baja, tratando de tejer, con sonidos nuevos, algo hermoso, sino separado.Jan 19, 2021Jan 19, 2021
The not knowingHis name was Jake. He lived down the street from where I grew up. I remember him sitting with his wife on the front porch on two plastic…Jan 18, 2021Jan 18, 2021
I’d let the sun burn half my faceI wrote this title before any idea had occurred to me of the type of words that would sit underneath it. I hope the following ones do not…Jan 17, 2021Jan 17, 2021