Ruler of Playgrounds, Past, Present, and Future, and La Vie en Vert
Before his passing, my grandpa Karr built a pagoda, where he and his friends from Singapore gathered and conversed.
We perched together, dug in roots that reached but did not intertwine for so long to each other
I lay, arms stretched in darkness, noon through the curtain call
Thin trees rise from the thick texture of the saw palmettos’ sharp green leaves.
It was a typical winter afternoon at Odessa City Beach, damp and chilly. The sky was low, flat, and grey.
An Aztec yollotl (heart) is in the center of the outline of the Rio Grande Valley of Texas or as we call it, the RGV. I was brought up here, in the southernmost part of Texas.
Every summer, I sit sautéing in coconut sunscreen beside Korinne at her pool, eating pink strawberries straight from the vine, drinking Fentimans Rose Lemonades with slices of lime until the sky swirls creamsicle.