Lady Luck
The hem of her jeans catches on a piece of pockmarked driftwood
Category 365 Collection
The Emissaries of Rift
One comes with mouth full of ash, coughing out treaties no one honored.
QUARANTINE BLOCK
I write you this letter on the back of a grievance form.
Fluorescent God
their eyes already peeling the steam off my back
Broken Spanish
the bruise: hunger a home
Negotiating Salvation
I asked God to make me glorious. I do not deserve this ache.
Gianni
Things fall apart so much quicker than they grow.
If We Had The Day
The current ripples into our giggles, our laughs
Dirty Kitchen
Pork liempo drenched with toyo and suka this tender
Raa Haa Meem Or The 8th Type of Love
Can we make a museum out of our softness?