Champa


If words were fragrant my poems would smell like champa flowers. Heady, deep and sweet, they smell like -- The moment I knew I would grow up My daydreams of adventure The dark room I adopted in my adolescence The isolation I felt as I became someone no one else had known The reason for... Continue Reading →

Porches Are For Brownie


I'm all for smilingbut that woman is baring her teeth at me.Why, Giada? Why? They...sparkle...And Ina, I know that Francewith its shops and street corners, berets and baguettesis enchantingbut why must you tease me like that?Hey, you. Sandra LeeWhat's in a name? You might as well be calledSandra Dee, with your spiffy cooking ideas andadorable... Continue Reading →

Tura Lura


A chair that rocks but doesn't squeak and lulls me to wonderland. A skylight for the moon to watch my dreams that leave in daylight. As she sings to me tura lura and I go to sleep in her arms I know someday tura lura will mean more than looking at stars. In a twin... Continue Reading →

I Grew Up So Well


I may be up at 2 a.m. and it may be because I finished editing a short story I've been working on for a year and I may have just submitted it to my university's literary journal so I may be having a mini heart attack but also may be feeling so accomplished that I... Continue Reading →

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