Late Nights with My Brain | Amber Secor
Eyelids peeling apart like wet glue, I stare at the iridescent glow of plastic stars affixed by a child.Continue Reading
Eyelids peeling apart like wet glue, I stare at the iridescent glow of plastic stars affixed by a child.Continue Reading
No one sticks around the Colonial Motor Court— you’re not supposed to. With smoky sheets like sandpaper, and drawers stickingContinue Reading
We tried kicking the ball around in a street too narrow at one end and too wide at another, steepContinue Reading
Inspired by Guggenheim Storylines The woman sits alone. Clothes drape each side of the mattress like fallen curtains. She perches on theContinue Reading
I kicked Humpty Dumpty off his wall, told Thumbelina, “You’re not special. Just small.” I bribed the wolf in LittleContinue Reading
The cold January wind crept through the cracks of the window. Snow piled up outside as everyone left the parkingContinue Reading
Birds chirp in the courtyard outside of Marcus White Hall at Central Connecticut State University, but inside it’s just asContinue Reading
The vine did what the vine intended – climbed the oak in summer then stopped in autumn, slowed its slitherContinue Reading
Three girls cross though the middle of the Harvest parade, cutting like scissors snipping a ribbon. They are slightly chunky,Continue Reading
“Connectedness, community, and love that is awe inspiring in the African American community,” was the challenge for artists attending theContinue Reading