I am from glorified rice and scalloped potatoes, from floors washed on hands and knees, carpets vacuumed stubby; from lemon wedges rubbed in the armpits …
Melissa Undone by Ronda Redmond
You are a willow branch broke open. Sleek. puffed with soft. Wind breaks you down, twists you. I’ve seen you fight it, and now I …
A poem for Melissa by Ronda Redmond
Pink and blue. Electric blue, like your running shoes. I say your feet are smaller than mine and you smile. It is tinsel. Daisies. You …
Touching Butterflies by Ronda Redmond
1 The first butterfly I saw this close was dead too. Or nearly. It was in a shiny black jewelry box my mother emptied into …