Learned to pop popcorn without letting it burn from one of those old-time popcorn carts with the glass sides and the metal kettle suspended inside.
Tag: poetry
A Mirror for the Quiet Places
Or perhaps it is simply words that inspire and stir in the quiet between you and I.
White Knuckles
My first crush, the one with butterflies and innocent fantasies, was for my science and math teacher. His kindness and patience made me feel safe and warm.
The Politics of In-Laws
He wore those slippers until they split at the lip, wore down the heels to holes.
The Glitter Pile
Amethyst and quartz, wildly out of place in the most magical way—a glitter pile of hope beneath the rain spout.
Sweet Honesty
My mother kept a butter-colored flower girl of glass, frosted skirt, in the hutch on display.
Inherited Wealth
My spirituality is the container that holds priceless treasures. Freedom is my love language.
Wing Walker
It’s no one’s fault— it traces back too far and wide to be blamed on any just one. It is fair to no one. All hail the brave.
Cathedral Heart
My heart opened toward you, cathedral doors swung wide in welcome. Reds and blues water across the floor— purple etches love.
Threshholds
When I was a young girl, I felt safest in the car—going everywhere and nowhere.
Jasmine on the Grave 