Xanadu
 

Stained hand of annatto paste after cooking tamales. Tears of a kid’s bleeding knee. Sometimes the flashing lights in the ambulance. A...

I am the dropped bubble gum on the sidewalk; forgotten. A piece of ice cream. Maybe a full scoop. An eraser, wounded from poignant...

Sometimes, as gray as the eyepiece of a telescope lens, useful in several ways. The metal button on pants. And others, driven over snow,...

My stomach is tied in slowly tightening knots. The days and years ahead are terrifying. There is nothing I can do but sit with the...

When I walk into the studio, Any color, any size, The dust of purple and green spreads to fill my eyes. The ballet bar, built as my seed...

Knock on the door with roses. The crunch of a crisp apple Being cut into a warm pie. A long velvet carpet Waiting for a celeb to walk...

It was the drive to the vet’s office. The buzzing of the lights above as I stepped inside the room where I'd lose you. The feeling of...

A bright red ruby on a small earring. Some dried up paint never cleaned off a pallet. A stop light that just switched to red. A cardinal...

I can be a disciplined piggy bank, a dragon fruit smoothie, blush applied for a holiday celebration. Or, a birthday balloon, aimlessly...

I can’t decide. Is it the crisp leaves? Could it be the brisk of the breeze? If summer was a youthful tangerine, Fall would be a battered...