I think of my daughter, with two passports and a mother who will be eighty when she is forty. I have essentially created the potential for her to experience the same predicament I’m currently living in—a mother to worry about, the possibility of living an ocean away and holding guilt and grief. (nonfiction)
Tag: JC Alfier
she was / pleasure / lit up / gold-dust and / bright spot / her flash like a gem
(poetry)
