Linnets learn / their songs by the sea
eight rabbits in reins settle their / cottontail feet in the molasses earth / and begin their whimsical dancing
Katharine Ogle on Lisa Russ Spaar’s Orexia
Late morning & the world burns.
We were brown and immigrant. We drove a Volkswagen and sang songs in the hymnals of white people. We loved these songs. And god was pinned to the underside of my skirt like a blood orchid.
I stay for the bayou. I stay for the river.
I can talk to you about what it means to be Asian American on the Blackland Prairie ecosystem. It means: I want to defend the sky.