Fill Ted’s food and water bowls. Pour a glass of white wine…

It’s Tuesday afternoon and I’m already behind. I’ve snoozed the calendar alert for “complete Unlock Success Report by end of day'' fourteen times already…

Counting sheep makes me itchy, so I’ve begun devising scenarios in which all the people I’ve ever met meet at the old racetrack to lay down twenties in the name of one greyhound or another. T

In a hurricane

I kiss him

The day Mom died was a regular workday for me. I was planning to visit her after work. I tried calling her in the afternoon, but she didn’t answer.

I only found out about my mother’s online boyfriend when I looked over her shoulder as she sat at the desktop in the kitchen.

Reggie again peeked at his crisp clothes. He knew they would soon start to wrinkle, wick perspiration, soak in embarrassing crevices.

Because it seems he stops for some,

and dirt to dust will fade to bone…

My grandmother was the neighborhood

candy lady – which means I come from

a long line of black entrepreneurs…

A selection of poems by Isabella McKenzie-Sanchez.