pull out on rt. 30
february 2023 snowstorm
arcade in lincoln city
ritual on the seattle <> bainbridge island ferry, after the longest day at AWP 2023
I miss Oakland, but less than I thought I would.
Glendale - Next to Foxy’s
Palm Springs - Didn’t swim - pool filled with drunk people, and therefore, piss
Joshua Tree - Heat adding an edge
Joshua Tree - Met a chatty hairstylist
July 2022
April 2021
Maiden Magazine, Issue No. 1 is now live.
tried to make gold
Mixed media collage from Summer 2020 - watercolor, sharpie paper
Maiden Magazine is a new online journal, currently reading submissions of poetry and nonfiction until August 31st. Fellow writer, editor and SMC grad Brittany Wason and I have worked on this project over the last few months. We hope to read and publish a variety of styles and voices.
More information at maiden-magazine.com
Biological Poem went up on Vinyl Prose and Poetry today.
I wrote this poem almost two years ago exactly. In many ways it is a Sonoma County poem, & it was written the week before the 2017 fires. Will it always feel like the world is about to end-
Fire and wind season is here again, with PG&E shutting off power in huge portions of the bay area, in a kind of odd attempt to prevent that kind of destruction.
So much has changed in two years, & with such a rapidity, that it really feels like time travel to read this poem.
bloody noses & strange vivid dreams are common at high altitude
this isn’t a post so much as a reminder to stay on it.
it’s late June, and I am 1/15 lucky ghosts featured in Ghost Proposal’s beautiful tenth issue.
remember: grief is a byproduct of being alive. it is my constant companion, and reminder to love you right now, instead of at some distant plot point in the future.
i feel like a moth riding a train, a part time water taxi, and a ripe nectarine filling an office with its scent.
“Since I have already decided that sweat is romantic, friends, let me say that I also have a crush on the feeling of night air cooling the sweat off skin when a body pours out of a hot and packed space. I am beginning to have a crush on crystals, I think. Definitely obsidian, but perhaps a few of the others that look like miniature caves. And, yes, I have a crush on memories that were surely not as beautiful as I have made them out to be. Because that’s the whole trick. I’ve had crushes on all my friends, and if they don’t have one back on me that’s fine because I’m still going to text them at unfortunate and odd hours of the day with some useless miracle that I couldn’t possibly keep to myself. So few of my crushes speak back. I am cultivating my comfort with unanswered desires, and it is going well. I have room for so much more. I say a prayer. I fall in love.” - Hanif Abdurraqib
in august, i’ll be a ghost in a ghost town.