I save the China my mother loved. Older women easily recognize the Johnstone rose pattern. I even save the dishes when they break. I remember when my mother got into redecorating our small dining room on Fabian Place in Newark. She never did anything like this before. She picked out a showy, striped shade...
Wild blues
The mosaic of grief and resilience. Resources and writing based on the script of The Wild Blue.
one of those streets
One of those streets for the young woman killed in Newark the other day because she loved another woman I was going to say this was one of those streets. Walkin’, talkin’, takin’ down the beat. It’s just that, I was a young girl there once too. Shopped on the weekends, pizza...
A wing, a bone
Is it the cycle I’m in now, can you tell, abacus eyes? I journey through a territory that I half know, half intimate - an insect on a spider’s brocade. Sacjawea traveled her dreamscape with Lewis and Clark. Knowing the land like a song of currents and rifts she took them...