Note To My Unborn Descendants

PUBLISHED¬†IN ISSUE MAGAZINE, OCTOBER 2012 The stillnesses of my ancestors are in my blood: The sway of their humble trees their long walks on dirt roads sewing needles & fishing rods. One day, I too will be in your blood My concrete, my playlists, the air and disaster health of my whorehouse heart. It heaves…

The Elephant Head Triptych

Ganesh makes three donations of five words to the keep Liy awake on a hot day fund in exchange for five-minute poems 3.¬† Sometimes I can’t touch her. Sometimes she keeps a fire that could dry Japan’s islands to a desert. And I am one lonely camel, blinded in all her sandstorms. But when she…