A Life in Bubble Gum

I swallowed my first piece of gum. I saw my dad pop a piece into his mouth And asked for one myself I had to have been 2 or 3 This is an old and early memory, faint, hazy, but there He and my mom made me promise not to swallow it. I promised, then … Read more

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  A sea of colors yet all they can see is red.  Red, but not like a freshly picked apple.  Red, but not like the intricacies of a rose.  Red, but not like the shimmer of a ruby.    Rather, red like shame.  Red, like embarrassment.  Blood.    As if they don’t have it coursing … Read more

Rose Garden

Roses have thorns. Thorns have roses. The roses do not erase the thorns. But the thorns do not erase the roses. They coexist, intertwine, share time and space in the same garden. Woven together, intricate, true, full, real. The roses are gentle, silky, fragrant, elegant. The thorns are sharp, off-putting, uninviting, painful. And yet, they … Read more

Honey

Liz Fontanilles   You take my head And smash it open like a watermelon, Letting watery red sting my eyes. My head is splitting from all of you; Where’s the bottle of Tylenol? I’m stuck crawling on the floor, Blindly fumbling through the world, No guarantee I’ll catch the ankle of someone who loves me. … Read more