Author: nlondon36

I am in a labyrinth with a seashell pressed to my ear. I am sand flowing through the hourglass. I am my great-grandmother in a burning village wailing for her daughter, her beloved, who is safe in the new country. The flames are coming closer and I see. I see she is folding an origami … Continue reading time and the labyrinth

I was the girl all in white with a flower tucked behind my ear sitting at the feet of a guru. She gave me a new name, a secret name which roughly translated as voice of the mother. This was disturbing. My mother’s voice was the last voice I’d want coming out of my mouth, … Continue reading voice

Where I come from eclipse was a verb. To be eclipsed, to have someone cover with a dark hand, with menacing intent, the light of your sun. Where I come from to be eclipsed meant a jealous god beyond written time has seen your light and has descended from the vaulted heavens to snuff you … Continue reading eclipsed

Breath takes me right now, this minute, this inbreath to George Floyd, choked to death by a cop for doing what I never did find out. I can't breathe he gasped. I can't breathe. I didn't watch the video of him being murdered, but he kept not being able to breathe. On tee shirts, on … Continue reading breath

You can’t always get what you want, but if you try some time…well, you know the chorus. That’s the theme song of my weekly grocery shopping trips into town. Toilet paper..nope. Extra virgin olive oil…sold out. Those special garlic stuffed green olives…who are you kidding. Kale? Our garden crop is just about to yield so … Continue reading you can’t always get what you want