she learned the grammar of thresholds how maybe can bruise into yes

Witnessing this world makes me think of my future child —

...i think about the fire again how someone carried it across water...

The mountains where I walk instill in me a deep sense of peace...

When your daughter visits, she brings oranges. They glow in your bowl on your table.

We close out a week of poetry with a poem by Adegboyega Kayowa.

Poetry week continues with three new poems titled, "Omen," "Etching," and "Bible Story on a Theme from Rimbaud."

I reclaimed my body through tattoos. A bluebird for freedom, a fleur-de-lis for persistence, a flaming heart for survival.

Poetry week continues today with two poems.

She wanted to make him happy; now none of it feels right, tricking him, tricking herself.

Even the magnolia’s lushly fragrant flowers cannot compensate for her dull fall robe or compare to the dying oak’s vibrant merriment.

Glinting in the sun, the waves rush towards me, then suddenly withdraw.