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Free Hand
Just because your hand is free, doesn’t mean you should use it. For instance—the baby in your arms: she is small enough to tuck into an...
Jun 9


Be With it
Only one more day of this. So let me be with it-- like I would a child or pet. Something alive and never again. All these things I...
May 6


Woman waiting
For her toast for her period for the test results for his text for the words for some silence for someone to see for a witness for anyone...
Feb 5


Pirate's Cove
There's a trail that is more of a collapsed staircase: a cavernous fold in the hill’s hip-side that you can take if your knees are fine....
Feb 1


Intimate Invitation
By David Whyte I just have to look and I see, I just have to listen and I hear. I need only the slightest desire for anything to find,...
Aug 20, 2024


The Plum
It is hard to get a pit out of a plum. Harder than a seed or pimple or splinter. It isn’t a loose or free thing wanting to be born into...
Jul 11, 2024
I Nap Now
I used to say, when asked about napping, "I can't. I'm too anxious." but anxiety exhausts me And around two or three en la tarde,...
Jun 30, 2024


Maybe This is What There Is To Do
With the dog's breath howling in the labyrinth of my ear with the wet of his nose plastering my hair with my own heartbeat punching...
Jun 28, 2024


Poems That Passed Me By While With You
Black cherry, unmarred beneath truck tire. Peach- rose, slapping reflection against window, like palm. The second bouquet of flowers you...
Jun 18, 2024


What I Wouldn't Have Heard if I’d Remembered My AirPods in Tucson
The tarp on a passing fruit truck flapping in desert wind like the thing at the back of the throat. Desert breath. My question to the cab...
Apr 1, 2024
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