© 2010 Sandra Jean-Pierre I feel like anything I write at this moment will be a confession and I am not one to be confessing too much lately, since I’ve not much to confess but that I want to love you like the stars melding into the space that surrounds them, to where there is [...]
© 2009 Sandra Jean-Pierre There is a place in Miami where you can get American Processed Cheese Food for pennies per pre-wrapped slice. Imagine my surprise and gratitude the day I discovered this. Surprise as Abuelo casually shuffled the tepidly chilled slices in the cold food case with deft fingers, dropping slice on slice till [...]
© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre No Not in that same place- the barefoot on wet shower floor space the dry heaving, chest collapsing place not that half sleep/stumbling pace Not from that place where these lips crack from neglect and under/use where this brow furrows from deep incandescent soul searching truths where thieves take from pockets [...]
© 2009 Sandra Jean-Pierre It came like turbulence from a butterfly’s wing. She barely realized it had been a kiss; if it were not for the mango and slight metallic woman taste left on her lips and in the air exhaled into her space, she would have just assumed it, this was all a dream. [...]
© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre I Don’t Know … that I would be human if I didn’t miss some of these things some of these touching things but I do miss the way you smell after a shower that clean sweet scent of Dove and your skin but not like that not like you’d think not [...]
