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”