dried buds. a glass bowl. my dad's zippo lighter with a first-air-cav patch. a single ... CONTINUED
Short poems about life and love
in her eyes
in her amber eyes a single thought hangs like morning dew from the tip of a lilac's ... CONTINUED
colors dance
yellow leaves skate past the patio door, their desiccated shapes fragile and ... CONTINUED
sitting by a fire
the cool desert air feels crisp as an evening breeze kisses my skin and invigorates these ... CONTINUED
Not Easily Mended
"You have retreated from life," Abuelita says between lines of stitches fired with machine-gun ... CONTINUED
an unforgettable fire
from the bed she motions me closer, her dark eyes alluring and deep like uncharted oceans ... CONTINUED
cloudburst
a downpour slaps mildewed concrete abutting my sliding door, its staccato applause echoing the ... CONTINUED
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