Jack
It’s an overcast morning, leaving shore
as he stumbles onto a cage of bones,
carrying nomadic weightlessness.
He feels the “smooth, slippery, cheating … Read moreJack
True Florida Stories
It’s an overcast morning, leaving shore
as he stumbles onto a cage of bones,
carrying nomadic weightlessness.
He feels the “smooth, slippery, cheating … Read moreJack
There’s a plated-gold doll dressed in silks and in satins
with an ornate pink ribbon tied in her hair … Read moreBetty’s Doll
there were mornings when i’d wake up
and the weight of my own skin
felt too heavy … Read moreCocktail Hour
Brown anoles skittered over scorching cement,
as they desperately fled sweaty fingers
covered in chalk dust
and a lopsided smile that was missing a couple teeth. … Read moreJunebug
A collection of poems by Vivienne Serret … Read moreMamá, Ángel, Florida