Day #12

Inheritance after Cassandra de Alba Slivers of soap marking years like tree rings fused into a pillar; a collection of clown figurines glowering over the duct-taped couch; glass, marble, and plastic eggs embossed with Florida and Eloise; jars caked in ancient dust, a coffee can rattling baby teeth, yellowed newspapers barking the end of the… Continue reading Day #12

NaPoWriMo Update

So I've been writing a lot, but most pieces I've been working on are intensely personal. I have elected to leave them off of the internet. Something I'm doing differently this NaPo around is reading actual books of poetry to supplement my own writing. Matthew Olzmann's Mezzanines, Kristen Stone's Domestication Handbook, and Natasha Trethewey's everything have really… Continue reading NaPoWriMo Update

Day #3

Funeral for Home Watercolor paper stacked rough as old hands-- heater grates open to a desert. Florence Boulevard smolders in inch-deep volcano ash-- thick merlot carpet petrifies like bone. A ghost kicks dirt in the basement. Long hairs drizzle the bathtub. Hornets lull the dead, fruit drops and worms feast.

Hibiscus

Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie My rating: 5 of 5 stars Yowza. This novel is electric. Narrator Kambili is at once intuitive, observant, and silenced, leaving the reader with sparse, sensory descriptions that defy time. The language shifts with Kambili's awakening to a world larger than Mass, prayer, and obedience, revealing a level of… Continue reading Hibiscus