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For the term "Julia".
Hair in the Eye 0

Clumps

My mother shrieks in the shower. I look up, see her holding a chunk of reddish-brown hair. She gets out, dries, dresses, and now it’s everywhere – in the drain, on her sweater, a...

narrow streets Bruge with bicycles and cobble stones 0

A Snapshot of Bicycling around Bruges

I can’t remember how I met them. Or their names. They were college students abroad, like me. We rented bikes, toured the city and surrounding countryside. We visited the city square first, where the...

Hospital 0

Appointment

They are full today. It is a blocked date. We are dying to get in, everyone is dying; there is no room for death with nurses on vacation, so you’ll have to wait for...

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The Weight

I was hollow shadows holding onto four hours of sleep and Ambien, wearing sunglasses inside, under excruciatingly dim lights. My eye sockets sinking into my cheekbones. People would visit my mom’s hospital room with...

little girl a flower wreath on her head 0

Visiting our newest Great Niece

Julianna sleeps. Caterina dressed her in a light, pink baby dress. She has much brown, curly hair in only two weeks! While Mira chats with Anna-Maria in Portuguese, Frankie stroke’s the baby’s cheeks. We’ve...

poem about being caged 0

Cage

Poem My rib cage is actually a birdcage I let one lovely white dove fly into the center core by your heart. Sometimes I revel in sending it your way, perhaps you needed more...

inspirational poetry 2

That Girl

Inspirational Poetry   The dancing river of love flows through her mysterious eyes The cupid is her guardian through the whole night. The butterflies are cheering with laughter above her head. She sees a...

poetry for lovers apart 0

Dearest

Poem   Remind me not that we are far apart my love Instead embrace the distance as the closeness Lend the idea of your body to mine as words to paper Sparrows to song...

school decorated with paper figures 1

Meltdown

Haibun I’m administering a Level I Vocational Assessment to Ana, when Julian bursts into the room. He throws something that misses Myru and hits the metal cabinet housing our class’ books and folders. He...

dream poetry 0

A Dream

Poem   Ploughing seas and crystal ocean, gazing at the island full of green, longing for a shelter – healing lotion, for Sun is burning Hell and Steam. Then I step into a world...

poem about being a robot 0

Mechanical

Poem Grey screen goes blank promptly at 14:10 I walk past three pink stalls into the fourth where I hang up my coat pull my scarf and shirt over head careful not to strangle in wires....

Doors are Metaphors 0

Aperture

There is a steel door, it’s heavy, requires my feet firmly planted, body shifted, I must tug with my biceps, abdominals, squinted eyes, clamp my jaw. With all that force it may budge, open...