dumpsters, backpacks, garbage cans in the officiating moment alongside a sidewalk of cement slabs cellphones dangled people running in traffic faster than a subway pressure cooker ticking off minestrone minutes
Never meant to return, which is not to say I didn’t have dreams about the redwoods with their fragrant pine needles or the Pacific Ocean. Sometimes you can appreciate a
My poetry collection, Mortal, the third in a trilogy of books about grief and love, has been published by Black Cat Moon Press. To order books, open links below. (Books will
We drive to Sacred Stone Camp SUVS, trucks, pick-ups from four directions, stand by the sacred medicine rock, touch the side of the mineral’s flank, watch land and water in
For the first time in years I could see the veins on leaves and recognize moles on faces, which was worth wearing a patch and completing a regimen of eye
1. Fruitvale Bridge Park where fresh water mixes with ocean tides, storm drains from Oakland empty into its mouth wide open rents are industrial and zoned cheap, homeless hold out