In the early morning glow, I rise, Con los sueños cosidos en el centro de mi corazón. A first generation, a daughter, a sister Caring the weight of hopes, unspoken but vivid.   De manos...

I almost didn’t see The soft tan carpet of your bodies Against the limp brown summer grass   But for the interruption Of that silence of Death The hardworking buzz of the flies Commuting...

I saw a black cat on the side of the highway going 75, its head turned away from the road, ears sticking up like it was sleeping. It still looked soft, fur dark and somehow clean and lit with sun as...

At this uncleared table, I can speak with my mouth full and spew crumbs of cornbread and lick the honey right off my fingers.   Dinner is what I’d imagine conversing with a school of piranhas...

My hands shake as I type his name into the search bar, then the name of my town. His obituary is the first result. I click on the link and the pale face of a fifty-something year old man with red hair...

The phrase, “To have a long day” reveals a lot about the human psyche. For instance, take the fact that any day, defined as a stretch of 24 hours, cannot by definition be any longer or shorter than...