It’s fall in the garden and the leaves on the basil freckle with black.I am thinking of the signs of my father dying. It’s easy enough to see in my plants; the cilantro, albeit cold-clever,…
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I Blame the Peach
I.I feel the tickle on the pink of my lips before it touches my mouth. Anticipation is only possibility. Idon’t bite. The peach sits in the fridge, the skin too perfect to puncture, if it…
The Marriage Affair
One evening, after dinner, Wazili shook his head. “The streets have become unpredictable lately,” he muttered. He finished wiping down his bicycle with a piece of cloth under the dim light of a bulb hanging…
Jaclyn & the Birds
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Elegy, One
for Wendy 1973-2019 Photo by Sirisvisual on Unsplash