Two Poems
Every time I look up, it’s still there – the skeleton of the once bustling village where my / father grew up.
Emma,
Begin with a name.
The Haunted
The summer before I published my first — and so far, only — book, my husband Alonso and I finally saved enough money and time to spend a week in Paris.
Two Poems
Every poem I write opens with a parent. How else / do I bless the ones that birthed me?
Side Effects
We sit across from each other to play the game Othello.
I Was A Child Disappearing Into Whatever I Touched
In the house is a horse, or the house itself is a horse.
Two Poems
in the beginning there were no lines no markers of where & what belong to whom / or why
Two Poems
Still dark out when my father pulls / the trigger.
I ORDER A NEW MOTHER IN THE MAIL
the mother circulates through Berlin’s arteries, / smacking through streets and bike lanes until a / DHL worker delivers her to my front door.
Two Poems
soundtrack: fall in love (remix), slum village / because it just might, / i dance like my life depends on it.
Art in the space of social issues
