Blog

(After George Ella Lyon) I am from star jasmine,from slingshots and forbidden books. I am from foaming water, pulling me under.(white, churningtasting like salt.) I am from the black walnut,the wild blueberry bush,whose roots dug tenaciously into the Michigan soil,resurfacing every summer, as I did.   I am from poviticas and freckles,from Ruth, Frances, and Lavina.… The post Where I’m From appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.

The dog grows old, the fledgling you rescued dies anyways,the water dries up, the crops (the dreams) you planted turn to dust. It was not supposed to be this way. (This breaks my heart.)Or maybe this is exactly how it was supposed to be.(And this breaks my heart even more.) And yet; The sun rises –again,again,again,even though,… The post To Dust appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.

There is so much space between those two words – she died – how is it that the entire universe can be contained within that slip of space? The post Nepantla appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.

Three letters with the power to destroy, to annihilate, to burn everything down.  Too These three letters can throw the scale off balance, topple the house of cards, bring the whole damn thing down. You shake your head; I see you disagree with me. Bear with me, stay with me for a moment. Let me… The post Too appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.

I wish for the impossible, for the faraway lifetime that ended years ago. I wish that the earth, soft with winter rain, would feel your feet — wide and solid — walk again through our garden. And that you would gather winter squash as you did before. I wish for one more brightly-lit dinner around… The post A Wish For Next Year appeared first on Tiny Ferocious Things.