Love letter to the morning
Love Letter to the Morning There is much they don’t know. Our history, the ways we cleaved together and then peeled apart. How you went on without me, blithely, and I mourned you even when…
Pavement Dream
The cashier in the grocery store knows your secrets. So does the young man who bags your fruit, fish, shampoo, Together in one thin plastic bag Groaning towards the floor as you leave, hastily. If…
MelindaAugust 26, 2016
Between Faith and The Cable News
As far as I can tell, we still revolve, this planet with people sticking out all over it, around the sun. Seems we still burn, and tan, and crops still turn towards something in the…
MelindaAugust 8, 2016
ON SILENCE
Absence of noise It’s not that I enter into this thing called silence. I don't let it in or go out to find it. Silence is my natural state. It’s the vast patience of the…
MelindaApril 28, 2016