When Her Boyfriend Leaves
the dense wooden door slams shut with only a fewcentimeters of clearance from the cold tile floor,forcing a gust of frigid air into the dimly lit residence
the moonlight...
School Yard Games
I.
Huddled
still
too many of us
for the
old oak to hide
We wait
silent
tap, tap, tap our shoulders
giggles erupt
II.
Crouched
under
the desk, knees up heads...
Lady Liberty Finds
Sand Dollars in Coronado
I pay no
attention to lovers twined
around each
other like ropes on
sailboat
masts. My eyes avoid their
youth, fixed
instead on
the
afternoon horizon—the swath...
"Middle Eastern dance schools play upon harem-mother-goddess fantasies of adult students. One has to give credit for business savvy, but what is being sacrificed in terms of art and ethics? In a bid to take over the local market, unskilled student dancers have been sent out on behalf of the studio to perform for fees that are either shockingly below the going rate or, which is worse, free."
Sheltering in Place
The desert wind outside my window howls.Tree branches, desiccated by the rainless winter,toss and rustle with eerily sibilant sounds.The wind itself moans...
In the third grade, I sat in the last row.Chalk dust whisper down the slate blackboard.The radiators hammered like anvilsthroughout the morning. In the...