Blair Road
#KatrinaStaaf #VisualArt #20152016
A Conquered Fear
“I have something important to tell you,” he said after knocking on my bedroom door. My eyelids shuttered. They told me I hadn’t gotten...
Home
He didn’t like being late. He hated being late. There was a time not long ago when he always was. Late or absent. I think those days...
Crabapples
When I woke my mouth was kissing the pink stuffed blanket. And I was alone with the grey sky. My sister sleeps softly over there. Under...
Little Things
It's the little things that carry the most weight. For example, when I was six years old and my brother was sixteen, I slipped in the...
Pansdor
1. The fractal /ˈfræktəl/ is a chaotic phenomenon. A geometrical structure having an irregular or fragmented shape at all scales of...
Black Lives Matter
Is my son next, Is my brother next, Is my daughter next, Is my father next: black boys, black men wonder if they are next, just when you...
Braless
Papa pours himself black tea from the old iron kettle, probably thinking about stacking hay. He says I was bottle-fed cow’s milk. He’d...
The Leaves are Piling Up
against the stonewall siding and the white lattice fence out front. Years ago I would have raked them up and buried myself in the heap...
Citrus
I’d like to shade my sun-dried scalp and snap my joints under this tangerine tree, Climb down from this tall ladder, Pour my sack of...
