Opal Palmer Adisa
My mother’s laughter is what I remember most about my childhood
Full engulfing pure and commanding.
I knew my mother’s laughter could stop thieves from entering our home. 121 more words
12 hours, 55 minutes
unspool and crystallize
He scattered specks of glitters
Across her obscured hemisphere.
He hung a crescent illumination-
A sliver of his dawn.
She fell off track of her orbit… 19 more words
Dust & Clay
My eleven-year-old lungs were practically conditioned for long periods underwater.
Having been a swimmer since the age of six, I loved water. I was more graceful in a pool than I was on a sidewalk. 429 more words
1 day, 2 hours
My father must have
asked me to come to church
at least 10 times,
in the morning, when I love to
stretch slow, breathe deep, 316 more words
1 day, 10 hours
Tanya's 13 Sonnets
the dream is not real
time swings an axe and suddenly
a wound inside a mouth heals to a sacred scar
tongue in box – ironic and defeated… 83 more words
1 day, 20 hours
Paul’s thorn in his side
is a scraped knee compared to
the hole in my head.
2 days, 21 hours
I think he meant it as a compliment.
The date had been going well; he paid for my Texas Roadhouse meal and nobly held open the door for me. 127 more words
3 days, 6 hours