Jan Avellana1 minute agoJelly JarI have a jelly jar of memories, with a metal lid. I poked holes in it so the memories can breathe, but not get out. It would make a good...
Jan Avellana3 minutes agoI am a WeedI am a weed woody, gangly, no lipstick, no shine. But I know how to grow through cement. I know how to take a sliver of filtered sunlight...
Jan Avellana4 minutes agoHomeebony birds threading the fading horizon a hem to heaven weaving a passage for the wanderer, the saint, the sinner i find my way home....
Jan Avellana12 minutes agoSidewalkOne day you will run out of sidewalk And you don’t be able to run away from yourself anymore. You’ll sit on the pavement, Burning a hole...
Jan AvellanaFeb 27, 2022i stood alone, longi captured a sliver of the moon on the tip of my tongue a tiny thousand fireflies, between steamy puffs of burning lungs, a shimmering. i...
Jan AvellanaFeb 27, 2022On the Edge of Public's BeachMy mother lived in the waters here, Chocolate brown as she could be On the edge of Public's Beach She grew up in a caretaker's cottage,...
Jan AvellanaFeb 27, 202217,807 days17,807 days how many times is too many times to begin again? who is the accountant keeping track of my failures? is there really a tally...