I am Mercury rising in the east,
A distant, dim brother, I set your watery home to frost,
where all awaken to a shadow where the dawn once was.
I blacken your pupils to strain, to stroke a blind swipe,
Lonely, wan light of Luna is sun’s masquerading trope,
To celebrate the new year, we fled the bustle of Houston for a hundred-acre ranch in Carmine, Texas…that’s “kar-MEEN” for those of you not in the know.
We ate chocolaty pot brownies and warmed our bellies with Yellow Rose whiskey. We used words when needed and lay quietly around gentle…
When you see the Southern Cross for the first time
You understand now why you came this way.
’Cause the truth you might be runnin’ from is so small
But it’s as big as the promise, the promise of a coming day.
Southern Cross, Crosby, Stills and Nash, 1982
What it’s really like to ride a camel across the desert
Sahel is Arabic for coast. The Sahel refers to the region of Africa just south of the Sahara, thus, it is the coast of the Sahara Desert. …
The photographs are proof that my body is in America. I want to pick one up and gaze at it until I start to fade away, get jerked awake and sigh soft, blue billows of relief in my old, broken bed up against the cracked plaster walls of my home…
A dodoitsu is a micropoem with four lines and a 7–7–7–5 syllabic count. I wrote this dodoitsu reflecting on the seven months that I’ve been separated from my kids. Without Facebook Messenger, I would not have survived.
Great, impossible distance,
Babies mine blowing kisses,
Telling jokes online.
I am a trapped free spirit. I fear the version of me that is untethered, and thus chose a strong figure as a husband. He grounds me. Sometimes, I feel smothered, but in our recent forced separation, I find myself going from daily tears to a sort of elation. …