POETRY
In my dream, I am Nezha’s mortal form, feet upon Wind-Fire Wheels— sprinting madly forward.…
to ashes, & dust. father’s body drops six feet & i feel elated over his…
—for Paula Remember when we did jigsaws at your kitchen table during the pandemic? You…
I keep thinking about the time in high school when you drew me a map…
I am a motherless child in winter, I am a childless mother in the profusion…
Don’t send officers to my door; don’t say you regret to inform me. I don’t…
MISSING NANA Just an ordinary drive here to there grocery store maybe stopping for…
People love to ponder what they would tell their younger selves, beguiled by the…
Passing a cigarette on the beach between two strangers, one inside her proud black…