Letters to Sepia
Prison smells different when you laugh
Lucky Jefferson
Negotiating Salvation
I asked God to make me glorious. I do not deserve this ache.
Dirty Kitchen
Pork liempo drenched with toyo and suka this tender
Crooked Love
Air hangs from his mouth and she locks it into place
That Night
A moth kept hitting glass. I watched it lose.
American Math
A moth kept hitting glass. I watched it lose.
Calling Home
my father prays on a fraying mat
Testament
And is God not a manacle
Remains
And is God not a manacle
to Tim in lieu of flowers
tragedy strikes the exhausted soul who stops to rest