ghazal | Amuse Bouche

Apr 15
2 min

Loss Is Green

The little girl I baby-sit insists . . . Red Ghazal, Aimee Nezhukumatathil Humankind arrives, green disappears from the face Of the land,...

Jan 7
2 min

Survivor

When the pandemic breaks apart, it leaves cracks in us all, Jagged edges of rusty voices escaping isolation with us all. As walls became...

Dec 28, 2023
3 min

Nocturne, A Sonzal

Nouns go into hiding. I wake in the middle of the night And cannot remember the name of this year, this night. Defying gravity, nouns...

Too long for a journal? Too short for a chapbook? From time to time I will offer something more substantial than a tasty morsel. For example, I want Playing in the Field of Robert Duncan to be read as one poem.