I Wish I Could

I WISH I COULD SHARE THIS POEM WITH MY MOTHER, BUT I’M NOT SURE IT WOULD TRANSLATE WELL I stretch … More

Wherein I Learn

WHEREIN I LEARN GOD IS A HER, AND SHE’S ME It feels so good to touch paper and pen like … More

When your silence began talking, I had a dream that I craved your lovers. I tried consuming them, but they … More

Mi hija, let me braid your hair. Let the pain and hurt stay between your fine curls rather than spread … More

Blind Séance Sears Disordered blind seer’s sight: meaningless pen scribblings and cave scratching shredding all material gains & guns to … More

I. The half-moon knows my whole name and it knows my father’s father didn’t speak to my parents until after … More

At the dawn of the decade I was alone in the fishbowl and writing or waiting for someone to remind … More