Tag Archives: Lana Bella

Sometimes It is the Great Unbecoming

sometimes the mouth is a dried up old well, nothing but flakes of syllables and bloated body with someone else’s speech, sometimes the fingers unbuckle the door’s latch to hurl shadows out to where sleep is curling over the rose- bud … Continue reading

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My Mother’s Pho Soup

Molten brown as the skin of the ripe cocoa bean, Mother’s skirt twirls as she cooks her pho soup for Sunday fare, she cleans the oxtail bones then turns low the heat and in a twelve-quart stock pot they are … Continue reading

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