blood blister’s rosy head rose up on my palm. The hammer’s rubber grip rubbed the grooves and divots, not, surprisingly,…
molten threadshardened into delicate beautyeasily shatteredhandle with care silent while intactbut when broken, each piece chimes oncea cryas it separates…
unless you are woodpecker, do not tap: leavebark unscarred by your etched remembrances: treesbleed (bark splits like parched skin, oozing raw)…
for Kaya Jacobs You can’t see me,but I trudge through a maze of sacuanjoche petals,the pollen staining my pants and…
My mother dreams of a tooth falling out and someone dies.She tells me in the morning as my father sleeps,…
are you afraidof the little flower budthat mightor might notgrow inside me?or do you cravethe bloombecause it meansyou and I…
What could the air see if it had eyes?If it could just see some of what it’s wrapped around,if it…
inspired by the poetry community on Twitter No one told the flowers / about / social distancing. / Or the…
When we talk about Calexico my father always wants to go / back he had everything / the biggesthouse in…
Under the sapphire skythe wind gently nudges me.It is Brooklyn.Asking can I lend myeyes,ears,heart,and hands.Why me? I ask. See firstand…