(2014)
This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
I don’t belong here, in the crushing deep abyss. The triturating pressure, makes me forget about the asphyxia… The frigid cold,
If a demon appeared at my window I would laugh and say what world are you trying to find and who are you looking for, me are you looking for me?
I drive through each forgotten str… Where the daily trash upon the cit… And mark on every body I meet Marks of violence, marks of chroni… In every defiant act of every Man…
The waves crash over the barnacle… Crabs and small fish tangle in a b… The air and water meld as one cont… Each are in pursuit of their own m… Birds hover over the seemingly una…
I cry alone cuse I don’t want you seeing me in… I’m addicted to this face of a Ma… and all the masculinity we taught… Rewriting the pain of war and brok…
There is something uncomfortable about calling this poetry, when it is pain. It would be further awkward to edi… defining it as work, refining the…
I would love love love to get back… I fought fought fought to be the b… I ran ran ran through miles of inv… I stopped because it was controlli… Each step of all those miles – tra…
First thought not about ethnicity, but rather, that someone could exist between identities, but society is constantly rejectin… Identity is spiky, it’s painful,
She said: “Is there more to your… Is being a Marine not enough? I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to save people’s lives. I like manning the 50cal machine g…
room whitewashed walls sanitized me in a room broken brain
The orange train screeched around the bend, carrying her. I knew I had to act quickly in my expressions of affection. I anticipated her every move,
Darkness waxed, first encounter with the new moon… su spilling from my mind, whispering ancestor sight. I waited for death,
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…
unwanted connection to my youth uninterrupted stream of consciousn… first memories linger and manifest periodic reminders of what I can’t… my escape from the void