My Poetry: Driving Home (Again)

I'm excited to say that the annual print issue of Duality has released. In it, I have the below poem. Many thanks to Dale, the editor, for creating several great literary journals and giving this poem a home. Driving Home (Again) I'm routing and re routing. Fires in Orange County reroute to (40), Bakersfield for... Continue Reading →

My Poetry: Past My Quarantine Window

The black ribbon, cracked and cauterized, carries them like thirst. mouth to throat. Hungry water, they trawl strollers, dogs, bags of to-go food, flimsy face masks clutches of mail toward the mouth. They are soft as water, lifting from the skin of the ribbon in ripples, throat-thirsty, fever-flushed in the sun.            

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