Betty’s Doll
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
Category: Poetry
Cocktail hour
there were mornings when i’d wake up
and the weight of my own skin
felt too heavy … Read moreCocktail hour
Junebug
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
Mamá, Ángel, Florida
A collection of poems by Vivienne Serret … Read moreMamá, Ángel, Florida
NE 8th Ave by NE 9th St*
Right foot pulses. The red sign becomes
my start and stop,
an upside-down triangle beckoning
into the circle. I enter,
begin the counterclockwise dance
between thousands of pounds and brains
rebooting behind the wheel … Read moreNE 8th Ave by NE 9th St*