From far off, your life hums like two girls whispering in a field. The sky suddenly falls in love with you. Its cheeks a fawning rouge, eyes unclouded, light violent…
She could have been wrong, but it seemed like him – that tall, narrow frame, the way his shoulders hunched forward, just slightly. He looked up. “Yeah?” He’d been leaning…
She doesn’t mind being hollow. She has shallow friends and transparent friends and winged friends whose feathers are easily ruffled. Being hollow never seemed that bad, compared to some. When…
The Fox, because of the cameras hiding in the bushes of the surrounding beach, chose to nap during the day. She herself had been hiding even from the resort staff,…
Is a bay on the mountain possible? I want Bayamón to be the place that makes it so, for what its syllables do to my brain while they tussle and…
We gather on the battlefield in sandals with our water bottles. The spears are hard to handle, the bows won’t notch, and the shields, too heavy for us, slip to…
Careful. That gentleman likes to listen in. Only say excuse me, and he’s got your number. Ply a girl with as much chocolate as she wants after lessons with the…
She is the color of dying, of dark spaces, of blackened ash on bare toes, a harbinger in her father’s hands and still, this boy holds her, as steady as…
I. The Bridge of Magpies What separates us can bridge us, if only temporarily, even if it is only one special night each year, because distance is a fluttering of…
The Bible said Let there be Light and there were men carrying lamps into the mines, and women scrubbing dust from porch steps. The country—uncountable acreage—has been cracked open like…
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