Dirty Kitchen
Pork liempo drenched with toyo and suka this tender
Lucky Jefferson
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
The weather forecast of my mother tongue
I fish them out every evening, lay them down
No Longer Hiding, Only Rising
Let your skin remember the path your ancestors carved in silence