Tucked Between
Day emerges unhurried as a babe while earth labors to turn. I closely watch but cannot see the changes as...
Ancestor Poet Sappho
I took my lyre and said: Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument Although they are...
Singing Light
(After cataract surgery, with thanks to Dra. Claudia Camacho Choza) Dare I call them mine? The artificial lens of each...
Far-Flungery
Travel is on my mind. I’m preparing for an ancestor pilgrimage to Italy to explore my immigrant grandmother’s birthplace in...
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