Petals
My poems are petals I pick up at my feet, my poems are little wisdoms of the body born. A...
Rooftop Mirador
Up here above the streets, my spirits lift from daily grief. Blossoming green as any garden are treetops level with...
Her Magnetism
I lie facedown Body of earth underneath mine. She fits my shape holding me, faithful to me. We mix our...
Entangled
My mother tests positive for Covid today. Everything, the physicists say, is made of energy. Seems we knew, when we...
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