Poetry

Vista de mi vida

To survive one mustn’t live within their memoryBut in their action and character of the…

Convict Lake

I’ve spent four nights hereIn the woods of my despairI lay in the grass where…

Figures

I’ve lived in this apartmentfor two years, and I haven’tlearned the names of the treesin…

An Invite at 2 AM

Barefoot children prance inAn indoor ring,Frangipani crowns upon their heads. They know only betray,Or Et…

Hungering

Call me once you’ve had your supper. Answer my call after you’ve eaten.I can cradle…

Toes

Icicles pressed against one another Under clean sheets,  fitting like  puzzle pieces Little piggies heading…

The Quarantine Poem You Won’t Read

Time doesn’t exist anymore​—My days are no longer spent, but experienced The sun still comes…

two women kiss

A Kiss

A poem Was it right? Had I sacrificed my emotional timeline in favor of the…