“turn ur location on”
“existence in repentance”
father, look upon us and forgive us for our sins
save your daughters from damnation and show us to light
1.
I greet my neighbors in the street.
I come from a place where you speak to people, and your salutation is a
sundial,
I dreamt that I was
walking. The dusty
smell of desert
struck me. Then I heard
the sound of trumpets
from another ridge, the looping,
pure-note tuning that
“Ms. Auften! Ms. Auften! Ma’am, please, stop! Ma’am…” His voice trailed off as the last erratic wave of breath escaped his lungs.
Morning: the hour of pearl. Time
stops, examines itself, exhales a
sweeping fog, and wakes us. Rooms
This poem will appear in my final project for the poetry writing workshop Comparative Literature 50, taught by Jocelyn Saidenberg.
This poem will appear in my final project for the poetry writing workshop Comparative Literature 50, taught by Jocelyn Saidenberg.
Ghost Town, 2017.
Street Beggar, 2017.
Inspired by "Rainbow Connection" by Sleeping At Last
A poem using words inspired by 3 Summers by Lisa Robertson
A reflection written at Stimson Beach, Ca
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
As you gaze at the arch, the inky blackness enchants you, the muted reflection becomes an ethereal haunting, and the red curves begin to elongate and gain depth. You find yourself facing a portal into the void.
The only compliment my roommate ever paid me was, unsurprisingly, a backhanded one.
I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared.”
— Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, opening credits
They surround me on the corner of Western and Orange, a few feet f
“So, you like to touch weird things?”
“I do like to touch weird things.”