I am of love and roots and everything in between. As the yellow ochre of the …

I came to the kitchenTo chop tomatoesBut my mother said,You dice them,Like rolling your fate across,A …

I am a woman who,  Isn’t a woman,  Half woman, whole liar,  Half poetry, whole halves,  …

I am Dostoyevsky’s midnight fever, And Whitman’s lakeside rambles. I am Van Gogh’s washed brush tip,  …