Day 25: The flight

Prompt: “Hymn to Life” by James Schuyler guided by Hoa Nguyen   We wait for order to settle, like when we lay bricks to build new edifices to introduce us to the neighborhood as owners, keepers of titles, not tenants. They can rent from us, of course. Unfortunately, we cannot part from home-grown papaya fruit […]

Day 8: Achoo

Prompt: A line by Sylvia Plath: Barely daring to breathe or Achoo,   A cautious dawn today. A cold one, a winter morning. Sunny April. A crisp day, one to shake off sleep. In 20 minutes I was ready and out the door, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. My mother sits at home sewing […]

Day 6: Hell

Prompt: Ekphrastic poetry and The Garden of Earthly Delights   One December we’ll wake to a morning full of fog. What seems like snow is powdered glass mixed with sand — nostrils used to burning, eyes sting from soft breezes escaping between doorway cracks and broken walls, the smell of perpetual dread — the bombs […]