The Escape from Loss

Have you heard the Atlantic cry to the Mediterranean? Have you heard the ancestors weep and gnash teeth?   Years afore, in the Atlantic core bodies passed down the Middle Passage. The undercurrent had cast seaweed nets on their corpses, and mourned the loss.   Only the moss’s prayers bubbled up in deep blue spirituals,Continue reading “The Escape from Loss”

A Day in my Mother’s House

The sun creeps in through my red curtains dying my room pink. A womb. The indigo carpet soaks the sunlight warming my room. Incubator.   Despite the shade of the fern out front and thickness of the drapes. Heat leaks in. I awake to the sound of a dove’s coo, a dog’s howl, a cockerel’sContinue reading “A Day in my Mother’s House”