Category Archives: creative writing

of leaving

I am not supposed to mourn the loss of you.  There is no place in this culture where a parent is allowed to hold grief for a child’s leaving home: not this burning sorrow marring the skin. They say grow a … Continue reading

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wandering

Reading your poem makes me want to read another poem about another room where i wandered from corner to corner then onto the next floor of this house some rich man gave to another rich man who then cried, Nothing … Continue reading

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Spring Fever

Days of rain. Winter hangs on, fingers firmly pulling on the white cloak. Traps us inside its concrete sky.  My mind is in the mist. One more day without sun and I start to think I am never going to … Continue reading

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parenting aftermath

They leave and I stop baking  cupcakes cookies shortbread brownies muffins pancakes pies after pies: apple pumpkin blueberry summer tarts sweet breads with whipped butter. The trays stay clean crumb-less kitchen table hums a sorrow song  through its grains of … Continue reading

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Monday Mourning

Some people left quietly into the night with soft footsteps tender closing of eyes as if decades of their breath & width on this earth did not matter. No sirens stopped at their doorstep No gates flung open with a … Continue reading

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Fifty and I

Fifty and I am trapped in this life I’d cultivated. Careful, if you’re not so careful years add to fifty and still feel chained to the ground wings clipped by own teeth, shearing one feather at a time until bones … Continue reading

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save me Friday

save me, I said to the blank pages that remain bare. save me I pleaded to the passersbys who glanced and then went on with their ways. save me I cried until my eyes were dry wells, having allowed the … Continue reading

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The history of 2017

History remembers the biggest thug in this place, the loudest voice he spoke with still ringing in ears where it pierced the drums. All sounds were muted except his voice which raised other voices as they echoed his gesture & … Continue reading

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You’re an Asian

After K. You’re an Asian They won’t come for you Keep your head down Seal your lips shut Move your hands and feet Dig your shovel to plant your feet to pluck the later-fruits to chop it down for the … Continue reading

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Permeation

Everything is getting through my skin, permeable paper-thin. There are rumors of birds fighting high up in the trees, their chatters louder as I strain to listen. They say, eighty percent of your thoughts today is the same as yesterday. … Continue reading

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