What must his face, framed in such extreme softness, feel attempting entry at all costs through the barred door Spanish cats say “miau” while this one cries MOWWW, repeated in the reckless spirit of giving and the hounding animosity of needing Take my love There’s no time to spare We are fast falling White pawsContinue reading ““Peanut””
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Engine/ Empire by Cathy Park Hong
I have recently rekindled my relationship with the Free Library of Philadelphia branch on Vine Street, a place I frequented as a young reader. Walking up the granite steps and pushing open the doors of this giant and grandiose building reignites deep and fond memories, of Saturdays spent browsing adventure books peopled by young femaleContinue reading “Engine/ Empire by Cathy Park Hong”
A mother recovers
To heal, to make whole. Thus, the blank space between sounds. Thus, a rift in tectonic plates. The hands which beckon or beg or beat, discovering a source of light. A bone knows which way to grow, underneath all those sinews. As in a call to prayer, an invitation to come in from the world.Continue reading “A mother recovers”
