Bree Devones Hsieh
Piano Concert
Grand piano held a mouthful of maple tones. They cascaded with the release of pedal, keys and carnival percussion trapped bears and butterflies.
Painting, in an Old Kitchen, Thinking of the Sea
You stand beside the window as I catch a simple scene: Payne’s gray countertop, a bit of teal to wash the walls, hot pink oil to fry the shrimp.
Expedition Notes to the Surface of a Heart
The south-east patch of heart is rough, very calloused, almost scales. She tried to pluck them off. They turned to dips, then pock-mark fields.
Elegy for Easy Seasons (or, Internal Seasons in Disarray)
Spring when knowledge felt like teenage love: blush, some words—branching out, tasting, opening, until the last hour of Summer light.