The writer recalls two different moments when she and her grandparents connected, despite a large cultural and linguistic gap The door to my grandparents’ house in Queens greets me, worn and grayed. Inside, the familiar setting smells faintly of fruit, maybe the Asian pears my Nainai always sends us home with. The left opens to […]
November 2022
Pears and Wine
Acrylic
Rainy Dawn
Lighthouse in the Rain Warm & soft at waking You wonder & remember the night before when rain was falling gray & dark The world is silent with thoughts I place my right hand on the glass I see joy in the sky pink & yellow I see rain drizzling down the dawn
