Forests are Fragile Now
unless you are woodpecker, do not tap: leavebark unscarred by your etched remembrances: treesbleed (bark...
Thinking of Central America When the Baby Dies
for Kaya Jacobs You can’t see me,but I trudge through a maze of sacuanjoche...
Half Girl, Half
My mother dreams of a tooth falling out and someone dies.She tells me in...
Flower Bud
are you afraidof the little flower budthat mightor might notgrow inside me?or do you...
We’re Not Astronauts Yet
What could the air see if it had eyes?If it could just see some...
Social Distancing
inspired by the poetry community on Twitter No one told the flowers / about...
Imperial Valley (2003 – 2009)
When we talk about Calexico my father always wants to go / back he...
A Mural for Brooklyn
Under the sapphire skythe wind gently nudges me.It is Brooklyn.Asking can I lend myeyes,ears,heart,and...
Whereafter
I gave her my ashes in a pendant. Not seen it round her neck...
the boy who houses an owl & a baptism into damnation
byAdedayo Agarau the boy who houses an owl a baptism into damnation Adedayo Agarau...