Recently, my therapist asked me about my first memory. I had been thinking about this, as I became more interested in how recollections lead to associations with other memories. I told him, “It’s a sunny summer day in western...
Read MoreMy mother and father are buried in the same plot, my mother above him. And I often picture them both, alive as I remember– at the moment wondering who I would choose if I were only allowed to bring one of them back–...
Read MoreHouses resembled people, or at least people’s lives’ stages throughout their journeys on this earth. Ours was a reflection of how our lives had started to fall apart. It was the year 1971. I was fifteen years old. And my father...
Read MoreI knew little about the country of Iran or much about its tumultuous centuries-old history until I picked up this historical fiction novel, The Lion Women of Tehran, written by Marjan Kamali. I have traveled much of...
Read MoreThere I am in the café, sitting in front of the potted geraniums wearing the straw hat I just bought. I was writing a note to my mother When I looked up to see the shadows Of the early autumn evening Dancing across the stucco...
Read Morethe sun’s golden sword frees spring from winter’s stronghold shy blossoms emerge firefly flickers lone torchbearer guides me home summer sighs autumn breezes katsura teases cotton candy and kettle corn snowfall hushed world...
Read Morei. Stuffed thanksgiving turkey coma prevents involvement family drama ii. Better Not Cry christmas gift exchange stocking above fireplace only lumps of coal iii. Ball Drop raising champagne flute the new year’s...
Read Moreno friends on FB no followers on IG no likes no shares. your beauty’s platform, pine needles. for whom do you bloom wild rose?
Read Morered orange yellow fireworks light the night skies no celebration after bombs missiles and guns will any species miss us?
Read MoreI give back to you my collar, leash, bowl and Remaining biscuits (Those you can give to the cat—) And oh, my red knit sweater And all my favorite balls (She might like them too…) All that I have had and All that I have been I...
Read MoreNo place to go for him or her no neighborhood to claim as theirs eternal pilgrims with no land bystanders passing through, neither posterity that could attest they once walked on this earth, their lives condemned before their...
Read MoreAnd one day, he just showed up, just like that, suddenly, after almost two years of absence. After almost two years of not knowing if he was dead or alive. She was on her way to school, in a hurry as usual, and wearing a skirt...
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