by BlogEditor | Jun 25, 2021 | Poetry, The Keeping Room
Rachel has an extraordinary gift to burn toast beyond repair, a talent she inherited from her grandfather, she says. The smell of coffee and fire tells me she’s up. I say, You can throw that away. I can just make you some. She shakes her head and twirls the knife...
by BlogEditor | Jun 22, 2021 | Poetry, The Keeping Room
Evermore Each of her wing strokes stokes heavy air to currents blends heat with movement softens summer. Many know that her hair is sometimes a cloud of unruly proportions tangling spreading into split ends thinning frizzing that each of her breasts is a...
by BlogEditor | Jun 14, 2021 | Creative Nonfiction, The Keeping Room
Hiding from the crowned virus, and my landlord half waves, a downward motion, to the lemon tree who’s called the bees and small white moths to the once-empty yard these years in Kaimukī. “Has to come up.” White-teeth smiling as he speaks, and he hides behind dark...
by BlogEditor | Jun 9, 2021 | Poetry, The Keeping Room
from V ASH The palms were burned to make the ash. On Sunday, V tucked the palm behind the frame of the print of the old man praying. On Wednesday, she went early for her ash. On some plain Tuesday, when trees were reaching erupting arms to a sky tinged with impending...
by BlogEditor | Jun 4, 2021 | Poetry, The Keeping Room
DEWY BRUISES Blinking in a cusp of jump. My pupils are the welcome wells to ink’s inaugural drop. Having been the bee, awe-struck and humming in amber, having swum still in the slow, gold honey bridging time and eternity, having sat soundlessly atop the vibrations of...
