Tag Archives: J Matthew Porter

your name is a crown of vowels

settling for beauty isn’t my strong suit. the earth swells, exhales breath like a purple cape unfurling, and i am still searching for a safe place to land. i collect afterlife from the clouds before it rains, try to pack … Continue reading

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a memory of cooking with my mother

the kitchen is a bouquet of cornbread, boudin, and key lime; afternoon light through the window glisters like sun-soaked honey in a ball jar; my mother’s apron is a garden of rusty begonias and yellow ranunculi where she keeps recipes … Continue reading

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i bottled my father’s voice during a dream

i bottled my father’s voice during a dream. his drawl had the same tone as a brume of smoke wreathed in blue neon. i held the glass up to the moonlight, saw only constellations yet to be mapped. some men … Continue reading

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