Wellfleet at Olga’s
floating on my back murmurs from the shore a lifeguard’s whistle boogie boards water color red a cloud of seaweed hisses of bubbles dissolve my… Read More »Wellfleet at Olga’s
floating on my back murmurs from the shore a lifeguard’s whistle boogie boards water color red a cloud of seaweed hisses of bubbles dissolve my… Read More »Wellfleet at Olga’s
The old woman who lived in the bottom apartment called me. Her name was Basuma. Freckles covered her hands and arms and made her look… Read More »The First Flying Woman
Mother of Pearl door, Istanbul Nails cut red sea scallops into her thumb Held back from digging deeper. What was the point? He’d shut his… Read More »Hummingbirds
It’s hard to be a bird Do what you were born to do Knowing no one’s Gonna come back Flying through the trees To feed… Read More »Bird Land