On Sweetness

I am slipping the sieve of myself Melting like warm honey Spreading across the kitchen table Reckless, somehow still sweet I’m not all spilled Some stickiness left at the bottom of The jar, despite many spoonfuls Scooped out by men along the way Most dragged their hands through me Then licked their fingers clean Thinking... Continue Reading →

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Stand Still: A Response to the Sixth Prompt

I don’t know what it is about springtime but it makes me want to stand still—all blue sky, fresh-cut flowers on the sill, toes dipped in mud. In springtime, it's all too easy to look outside through the doorway and see my life unfold with him; a wedding in the garden, the soft top of... Continue Reading →

The Sixth Prompt: On Springtime

Spring is finally here, and thankfully so. This week's prompt asks you to consider the life blossoming around you: a flower, the grass, an animal, for example. It is, of course, important to consider not only the inanimate objects around us, but those that, beside us, spring forth with life. Describe your chosen object and... Continue Reading →

The Fifth Prompt: On Sentimentality

This week's prompt asks you to consider an object of sentimentality. What have you saved over the years, and why? What kind of object is it, and what does it mean to you? This could truly be anything, as long as it is of meaning to you personally. Begin by describing the object, and then... Continue Reading →

The Fourth Prompt: On Clothing

Despite the perennial desire to find myself in the heat of summer and free of the binding nature of clothing, clothes are, of course, an imperative to life in society. They serve a variety of purposes––as decoration, warmth or protection. Clothes, in some sense, are inherently a facet in all of our lives. This week's... Continue Reading →

Loops: A Response to the Third Prompt

At four in the afternoon, all shops close in Spanish cities. Abuelitas click back the locks of their delis, men in ties close the doors of their vermouth bars while lighting a cigarette, and the city pauses. Except for the buses that continuously rumble, crossing painted pavement and cobblestone, rushing past the beach and through... Continue Reading →

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