PinnedCinse BoninoA Letter to My SonHey Honey, we’ve been told that there are little bastard bugs flying through the air here from later in the evening and into the night…Aug 30Aug 30
Cinse Boninomy family altarlittle beaded pouch from my daughter-in-law filled with rocks I gathered as we walked a Pacific beach together19h ago19h ago
Cinse Boninowhat lingersthe pasta sauce smell slaps my face with memories and lineage and connections as I re-enter my apartment after getting the mail20h ago20h ago
Cinse BoninoMe You All of UsMy wonderful town library had an event in conjunction with a special group at the hospital to help people process grief and to remember…6d ago6d ago
Cinse Boninothey saythose dancing murmurations in the sky are filled with starlings but I think that isn’t true I think they are made up of all the souls we…Oct 28Oct 28
Cinse Boninoholding it togetherI misread an ad for compression socks as comprehension socks instead and I imagined a life where my socks whispered the truth to me so I…Oct 26Oct 26
Cinse Boninomouth to mouthsometimes I pause when I walk past my favorite trees especially the catalpas I breathe in deeply then blow my air back toward them as they…Oct 24Oct 24
Cinse Boninodiasporathere is no future tense in Sicilian maybe this is why my mother grabbed everything she could in each moment why she used both hands why…Oct 23Oct 23