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Family & Ancestorsexpand_moreI must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.
My hands only knew. The painkillers in our mothers’ cabinets.
I sensed that a name defined who I was and would be in the future.
In my sister’s memory, an old woman chased after the oranges.
Most days, at the pool, we are able to leave our troubles on land behind.
My grandmother read one of my early stories and warned—don’t force your muse.
I usually get my best writing done at night or at the close of day.
It suddenly seemed to her that the world was filled with little miracles. There were moments when love overcame her despair.
I promised to return, but secretly I dreamed of staying in America.
My mother was dead. Almost a month she was dead, killed by me.
Some days are stretched so taut it feels like changing might break us. We feed the baby bitter melon, flower pepper, bloodroot beet. The first snow comes in January, fresh gauze over an old wound.
The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.
I want these things to have another life, like the old garden behind our house.
i stored away in my mama’s empty perfume bottles smells and stories
These old guitar players were the last pure thing this country produced.
I’d make a tub of mud to keep live crabs. I’d refill it daily.
Teams spend days surveying the damage and label me a mess.
Standing there in our small shadows, we discuss the ways of the dead.
“My brother’s last words to me were about you. Did you know that?”
The Village wasn’t really a village. No walnut trees. Just cut flowers.
Einstein postulated that space and time sit neatly on the same fabric
my grandparents lay in a room listening to their legs rub together
You come hot, marching between one blazing Arab & one crazy Jew.
Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house.
“I always arrive late at the office, but I make up for it by leaving early.”
This is a crafty story and things are not what they seem to be.
Mother had always told me that everybody loves a self-absorbed ass.
A man drunk on the damage he made to a boy’s young mouth.
