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2,202 miles

i am 2,202 miles


from where my twin sons

rest their ash blonde heads

at night


and while los angeles

has been


gracious to me

i would trade the vast pacific ocean

for the cobalt blue

of their eyes


( mama misses you, darling boys, I love you both…more than the sky)

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

irreplaceable things

i wouldn’t call it an altar

it’s less official
merely a shelf of irreplaceable things

two garnets
the twins’ birth stones

a statue sculpted
by a local artist named mckeown
of me
holding the boys
right after they were born

a silver piece from my brother

a two dollar bill from my grandfather

memaw’s watch and engagement ring

a rosary i bought when i was 10 from a thrift store because it spoke to me

and a small framed photograph
of my mother and father
taken after a late night of playing rook
with friends

him standing behind her
when they were in love

my father eyes are full of whiskey
my mother sober as a baptist judge
and you can tell by the way
she cradles his hands
around her waist
that she is tired
and keenly aware
all things are fleeting

it wasn’t until this day i noticed
they are posed
by the back door of our long ago little house
in the picture

as if they are leaving

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

you’re a fighter, son

your brother who came first was fine
pink and wailing
but you
had been born
dead and blue
25 minutes late to arrive

the medical team immediately
whisked you to the isolette
and began forcing air into your tiny lungs

i watched your chest fall and rise
managing to pull myself up on the birthing table
though numb from the chest down
screaming the name i cooed
a thousand times in the months before
while gently rubbing
my swollen belly’s left side

“Chandler breathe! Chandler breathe! Chandler breathe!”

and you did
the moment they placed gabriel beside you
your brother’s arm touched yours
as he flailed and cried

you came alive

you’re a fighter, son
because you had to scrap with the universe
for your life