Category: Writing

Where the Holy Dwells

The holy dwells in the fabrics of India, in a woman’s bright sari, rich in colors with gold around the edges. It dwells in her scarlet

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Light-Struck Fingers

I’d like to imagine all of us writing with light-struck fingers: creating magical art. Our bodies are created with magic and it comes out in

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Let This Much Be Mine

The heat, the blessed sun. Let this much be mine. The morning dew, the cobwebs, the yellowing leaves. My breath, my wrinkled skin, my shaky

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My Kitchen

For me, the center of my house was the kitchen. At first our kitchen was this dreadful afterthought of a growth hung onto the side

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Where I am from (part 2)

I am from the asphalt in my knees when I fell off my bike and also from rice krispie treats and Hawaiian punch at Bible

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Potatoes

There is a pot on the stove, steam rising. A dry smell emits itself and the children ask, “What’s for dinner?” Potatoes and Chicken. Potatoes

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I think it’s brave

I think it’s brave that you go to Whole Foods even though you might run into someone you know and have an awkward conversation about

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Where I am from

Where I am from (I really wish I had more photos–working on it) I am from the Hackensack River and its tributary, the creek which

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Hush Child and Listen

Hush Child and listen (rough draft) You don’t listen enough and sometimes you listen too much so that you are underlistening and sometimes overlistening–what is

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1974 Vacation

1974 Vacation Remember when family holidays were the coolest thing ever? Most likely this was before you turned thirteen, and still liked your parents at

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