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Wicklow, Ireland. Diaries.
I will tell you my stories now before they ferment and turn fizzy. I do not like my stories sour. Picture me, around thirteen years old. Long checkered skirt in forest green and navy blue. Green vest, white polo. Buttoned all the way up. Zoom out and look at the room. Wooden bunk beds, wooden…
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The End of Line 101
Last summer before Hazel left we went to the forest near my place. She brought Marco and Lu and I brought Kai with me. Two humans and three dogs venturing into the forest. When Hazel speaks I forget how young she is. But then again, I often forget that I am not old myself. The…
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Glaciers and Portals
When you left I microplaned my heart and sent the porous bits in this letter. Right now, if you opened the letter, you wouldn’t see the pieces. They would fall on the kitchen floor and you’d absent-mindedly step on them with your big Hobbit feet. Crunch. Crunch. In a few years, in time, you might…
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Between Spaces/ Entre Espacios
If you’d like to listen to this poem in English and Spanish, please click here. There is a space between my brain and my throat that separates two countries. /Hay un espacio entre mi cerebro y mi garganta que separa dos países. If I could fit an entire world in one syllable it would be…
Stories from The Moon / Cuentos de la Luna 