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Texas

On the train to work I wrote a note on my phone that said:On 5/21 you started babbling “mama” and “nono”. This morning, 5/24, you took 4 steps to get to me when you wanted to be held. You love to eat everything, but especially oranges. I guess I’ll have to start loving oranges too.Continue reading “Texas”

Summer Sky

Each glance skyward transports me into summertimeBalmy, blue, cloudless, and sweet,Pregnant with nostalgia for days yet to be known.Memories of steaming asphalt and sweltering sunBob at the edges of my mind, pushed back byEvenings that smell like warm contentment. The summer moon at dusk sits prettily in the sky.Lonely, poignant, overshadowed by the retiring summerContinue reading “Summer Sky”

Mother’s Day

I leaned into the moment and said your name in conversation, and it wasn’t so awkward after all. “Angel baby, Eden.”There’s a pang of what if that hovers in the air, but my bounty fills up my senses, and I’m thankful.Thank you, Eden, for making me a mommy. Every day since your birth you haveContinue reading “Mother’s Day”

Vignettes

Prompt: Instead of one poem, write three mini-vignettes of memories you come back to often. A sleeveless magenta jumpsuit, tied at the waist with a bow, and a white blazer framing my shoulders. The restaurant is dim and flickering with candlelight. Tapas appear in front of us and we take turns sampling each other’s plates.Continue reading “Vignettes”

I Forget

Prompt: Write a circle poem–a poem with the same beginning and ending line. “Don’t forget this moment.” But now it hovers at the tips of my fingers, at the tip of my tongue,Blurry and distorted by the hum of activity thatSweeps my days away so when I blink the week has gone.I look at picturesContinue reading “I Forget”

Three Generations of Hands

Prompt: Today’s poem is about hands. Hold, grip, reach, or scratch your way into it. Perfectly plump palms of infant handsSoftness conceals strength in inquisitive fingersFingernails as dainty as the tiniest seashellsKnuckles only visible by the dimples in their skin.Gentle and firm with purpose; reassuring in their dualityAbsorb tears and caress flushed cheeksOutstretched, ready toContinue reading “Three Generations of Hands”

Small Joy

#napowrimo #spprompts Prompt: Write a love letter to a small joy. Easily overlooked and quickly dismissed,Swept away by busyness And missed by eyes glued to the horizon. A piece of smooth sea glass on a vast beach of monotonyWaiting for an appreciative discoverer.Taking on many forms,Offering opportunities to refresh the soul,Inviting me to be still.You’reContinue reading “Small Joy”

My Love Lives–

#napowrimo2022 #poetryprompts Prompt: In Kaveh Akbar’s “Heritage,” love lives in the throat. Where does your love live? My love lives in my lips.Briefly pressed to the palm of my hand,Releases kisses to the wind.Puckers and plants affections On lips, cheeks, and foreheads. My love lives in my lips.A single corner betrays amusement and attractionAs theContinue reading “My Love Lives–”

Our First

Dear Eden, At some point in the next two to three weeks you would have been celebrating your first birthday. Admittedly, your actual day of birth holds more significance to me because I experienced it firsthand with you. This March/April “birthday” is something I can only think about in theory. You would be turning 1.Continue reading “Our First”

Untitled

The days have been a blur of early mornings, commutes to work, pickup from daycare, and bedtime routines. I’ve had a few evenings where I’ve intended to exercise or practice mindfulness by journaling or painting, and instead found myself in bed on my phone for hours. It’s a happy blur, but exhausting too. Now IContinue reading “Untitled”