she sits                     on the margins                     of herself                     listening                     to creak...

i. my wings are shy blooming rust as sky change is the wind  whizzing under my feet- i must jump & glide or die- ii. first s...

it starts breezy your fingers slick, tingling on guitar strings murmur of leaves, falling   then sharp stab slurping my skin, milk-moon ...

she is light as feather  on the train, we're matching sweaters but in my office, we're opposites  as i pour over my sheets sh...

it's pink pebble on palm of frothy shore ringed by remnants of corals, shells, dead starfish  above, sun splashes blue sky obl...

I collect words     they smell of coconut oil and thyme I soak them in water     warm as silent ocean, soft as clouds Some of them s...

they came with mops, brooms,     buckets on streets, and swept off the beggars,    homeless, clueless addicts  slumped on my feet-    c...

My mom comes to visit the graveyard to say her prayers.  The early November crowds have gone, and the solemnity has returned to the ceme...

your skin is sun-dimpled   luscious silk that when dipped in petticoats of cream or chocolate or brandy becomes honeycomb of swee...

city is hard-wired to noise- music, car tires spitting between streetlights- most trees are half-dressed in orange pleats with rust-...