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...
because a wounded rosebudtaunts the harvest moonand a failed moonbeamlimps among the dewdropswaltzing on the evening grassmy soulis searedin the embersof a brown passion
Written...
jet-blackmy get-up today, from the upperto the underwear:black shirt, the color of mourningon this loveliest of mornings.black denims, the hue of rue.black shoes and...
For her gnarled fingers, it was never a questionof mere ornamentation,but of a secret syllabary,a language of ancient strengththat burned beyond tongues.Frome where her...
