I was challenged to write a "shadorma" poem, which is a syllabic poem that comes from Spain, I tried my hand at some bilingual writing in honor of its Spanish origins.
Surpresa
Iris morado
Abre hoy
Púrpura
El año pasado no
Estaba listo
Surprise bloom
Dark purple iris
Like Grandma’s
Violet
I thought it wouldn’t make it
Based upon last year
A garden of children; a classroom of flowers. Kinder garten. A teacher is a gardener. We dig, we sweat, we get our hands dirty. We make plans, and we adjust them. And then we adjust them again. We spa
I swing my legs on the high stools at Steamboat’s between Dad and Kevin, as neon-yellow liquid cheese soaks into my salty fries and hot dog in their red plastic basket. (Age 4) Grandma turns from the