Hence, FourthEyebrows raised at the news, they respondwith exclamation points in their throats.Unspoken better-you-than-me’s minglewith prejudices uttered weeks before.“Yeah, we need a van,” I say, addressingthe most obvious of the changes to come.“So if you know anyone selling, let me know.”But I’m not sure they hear: They silently questionour sanity,…
“Where did it come from?” It’s probably one of the most common questions artists get asked about their work. Though as common as it might be, it would be easier to explain to a preschooler where babies come from.
Dear World, Have hope.
As much as I write about my boys, there will always be things I do not say, The Unspoken. The following poem was originally published in Kakalak 2015. Things I Do Not Say His complexion was raspberry tea, and he could fit into a teapot twice. I don’t mention this when…
As Hurricane Matthew taunts the coast, October has broken into autumnal wet with white skies above. This morning, there were no picturesque sunrise photos to be captured. Everything has been blurred by rain, mostly misting: too fine to be stopped by an umbrella, too much to go without a jacket. …