Regina deCormier-Shekerjian Kinship On this day in November that mask, that pink skull that bares its white teeth in a grin from the center of the green and red rays of the sun. proclaims...
|
Regina de Cormier-Shekerjian Paloma Have I then been nothing? Tlacailel Beneath the amber cry of the sun she coos like a dove on the beach where she walks trailed by dogs. Her red skirt slaps her...
|
Regina deCormier-Shekerjian The woman who steals ham bones When no one is looking. From friends. Acquaintances. Anyone who carelessly leaves the bone paned from its redolent meat untended on...
|