But in a Lewis Carroll sort of way, these small places become deep and wide kingdoms to traverse—kingdoms of grief, of motherhood, of hope, and of despair. We enter them armed only with Rebecca’s shining poems, but ultimately that is enough.
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Guacamole — New Prose Poem
Were any humans harmed in the making of this avocado?
Epiphany, 2022
I love January 6th (despite the mess that happened last year) because it is the epiphany. While I’m not particularly religious, my Catholic upbringing installed deep roots through my unconscious, stirring my soul on certain special dates. Epiphany translates from Greek as “revelation from above” and my child-mind blended my own life long search…