poetry

The EZ Trail | Poetry

The EZ Trail | Poetry

The EZ Trail . In the desert, it doesn’t take much for us to begin to hate each other. The 100 degrees, the lit magazine rejection, the AC clunking along like a loose chain on a bicycle. The tension rises. It falls. The red in my cheeks bloom like the sharp...
Magma | Poetry

Magma | Poetry

We kiss until my lips are swollen, vascular and pink in the rearview mirror, the Twenty Mile Bend a dark, open palm outside my windshield. We hunker inside my Camry like Eskimoes huddled in an igloo, encapsulated in our own ecosystem – humidity at our hairlines,...
The Watchtower | Poetry

The Watchtower | Poetry

The Watchtower Psalm 91 Dressed nice, they’ll clarify the things that come their way. In the name of the father or the mother they embody and become every lamppost, bus stop, mini-mall, stoplight, park bench, bodega, Burger King or light rail schedule edifice. All...