To My Great-Grandmother Hattie Burton Harris (1865-1922) You, whose first words are Yiddish, who travels as a toddler from the…
Who are these People? There's no bringing these great grandparents back, not Neil, not Margaret, immigrants from Scotland, married at…
I thought it was only me feeling empathy (for Mishka and Stuart Hoosen-Lewis) The sea’s green eyes watch me with…
In Pétra the black shadows of women pass. I cannot tell if they are the shadows of ancestors or the…
"She"--9"x7" oil and acrylic on discarded paper Merlin Flower is an independent artist and writer from India. Find her on…
Containers Roots form trees. Trees form leaves. Leaves form shadows that hold memories I wade through with no path out.…
Small I never missed stars until I felt their absence. Here, the horizon is littered with skyscrapers and strung with…
Acidic Truth The problem with the last Creole tomato sandwich of the season is that you never know that you’ve…
If You Were Here Now I would write down every word you say and fold them into an origami crane.…
Transit We are somewhere near Odessa; The year is 1900. The war to end all wars is just a dark…