Somewhere Jazz
Paris Street, Tampa
Trumpet, trumpet flower, and the before
—my body old already, but sparking.
This was decades before the songs I thought
sang Shadow Garden, the...
Today is the Sabbath of medicine
We have gathered all the little pill bottlesin the sanctuary of the kitchen table,lined them up like good parishioners.Together...
Manzanar: Rough Work
Owens Valley
Despite the barbs, he thanks the cacti
for their sour berries. His sweaty hand
smears the letter from the city of vultures.
Your boat...
film reel
Mom gifts me a copy of the disc,
newly digitalized, and casually
I slip it into the laptop.
We laugh, each reel spliced together awkwardly,
a precious...
