Of course I’ve severed./
And more quickly, I’ve burned,/
finding the gaps more easily filled/
than its connections appeased/
or learned./

Sit With It

When it comes down to it/
I would like to sit with love,/
have tea with it and discuss/
the ethics of ball fields or/
the details of a full-body photo/
of a woman of power/
in the Times./


“Ten times a day something happens to me like this – some strengthening throb of amazement – some good sweet empathic ping and swell. This


Shakira Sison writes essays, fiction, and poetry. She makes and breaks bread, grows what she can, builds what she can’t, and fixes everything else.

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