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It was only slightly damp, warm, a kind of humor between her strong hands as she kneaded the golden clay. She knew she w...
Marble women are the ones I admire most. Their soft stone flesh smoothing away centuries of Sensual concern. I stare in ...
All praise to she who stands, arms like swords, and calls an apocalypse when she sees it, and takes a stake in what is n...
February 14, 2005 Los Angeles Dear Mom, Writing you a letter across America, the Atlantic, and the Aegean Sea feels very...
Having two homes, two languages, two shores, both of which hold claim on my blood and oaken heart, I am always missing o...
I&#039m at the playground, sitting on a swing. There&#039s a temple next door and, from time to time, the sugg...
He drank his wine slowly, trying not to look at her. Her words were flat, and there was wine in their sounds that presse...
It came almost as a surprise to Etsuko that the sun had remembered to rise over the Takeda household as it always did. B...
Nested in this room, healing from life&#039s perfect storm, I watched the winter come and go. I&#039ve seen th...
For the house on the Baltic Sea in the tiny village of Sarnate, Latvia, where generations of my family have been born, l...
Ann was a pretty girl. Not pretty like a supermodel or a Barbie doll. Not even girl&#045next&#045door pretty, ...
My breasts abound with milk I am bountiful, my hips swollen with the heat of summer eyes flush and gait straight I walk ...
A brisk morning wind carried the babble of Indian tongues to Jaya&#039s ears as she waited at the curb. She pulled ...
speak to me, speak to me of identifiable dying, of your wars where yearning stops in a blood gush. in the wars i know, a...