spun glass
molten threadshardened into delicate beautyeasily shatteredhandle with care silent while intactbut when broken, each...
A Brief History of Tea
I used to resent making my father cups of tea. “Why can’t you just...
Three Ideogramic Compounds
思: thought takes place In the field of heart 闷: depressed when your heart is Shut...
Forests are Fragile Now
unless you are woodpecker, do not tap: leavebark unscarred by your etched remembrances: treesbleed (bark...
Thinking of Central America When the Baby Dies
for Kaya Jacobs You can’t see me,but I trudge through a maze of sacuanjoche...
Hauntings, Too, Transition
When I hear that my cousin Tito is dead, I brace myself for the...
We’re Not Astronauts Yet
What could the air see if it had eyes?If it could just see some...
The 2019-2020 Hellebore Poetry Scholarship Award
The Hellebore Press is excited to announce the 2019-2020 Poetry Scholarship Award Honorees, selected...
Imperial Valley (2003 – 2009)
When we talk about Calexico my father always wants to go / back he...
A Mural for Brooklyn
Under the sapphire skythe wind gently nudges me.It is Brooklyn.Asking can I lend myeyes,ears,heart,and...