Grace
The many tremors comeunannounced, but we knowthey are coming. The old earthgives way and soft papayasare on the ground. Lemongrassfills the air and everywhere...
Mamay, here you are soaking the soft riceAnd wrapping them in the leaves tender, darkenedDarkened by the tiniest flame that you whispered to.The bundles...
Between usa wildernessof no-treesdevoid of riversbare as the GobiHere windshowl turned loosefrom all directionsThey bury medeep quick as they leapupon mefilling my throat to...