Mary and I argued and then fucked. Or did we fuck first and argue later? Wine blurs time yet I know we spat back and forth about whether to have a baby or take a vacation since both throw kitchens of carbon into Earth’s buckling atmosphere. Well once Mary picked a […]
Published in Haight Ashbury Literary Journal (2024)
Published in Haight Ashbury Literary Journal (2024)
Do you remember ten springs ago? Back in that season of renewal, I remember gulping down IPAs at a now-closed dive bar with my roommates. At Market & Fremont, we wobbled onto the crosswalk in a pack of testosterone as a klatch of estrogen strode toward us. Under this intersection’s red light, a woman offered […]
After the life of Kevin Bryson (1955 – 2018) By a tall fire I want to hug, I know Cesium-137 traveled from Atomic Age detonation into the water cycle. Since marking residence inside me, it pushes me and pushes me to clock happiness minutes inside the domain of some picket-fence trap. […]
Published in Typewriter Emergencies (Pages 6 – 7, June 2018) and Still Human (Falkenberg Press, 2025)
At home, I check the tag on my rainbow shirt: made in India. The tag on my vintage-looking jeans: made in China. The tag on my boxer briefs: made in Mexico. As I walk my Indo-Chinese-Mexican body through San Francisco density, I wonder if my organs truly fused in my mother’s womb or in […]
I skimmed a news headline about some scientist finding sugar in oxygen. So I’m cutting out oxygen for a year. You mustn’t worry or drag your worry to my Mom. I just want to lose my pregnancy fat before Dylan graduates from preschool. She’s learning self care as I devour chocolate bunnies […]
Remember when a gun got found in a kid’s backpack at our daughter’s elementary school. As soon as she breathed back home, I sped over to feel her heartbeat vibrate through my paternal palm. In a no-sleep dawn, I hunted for sunrise fear with my eyes as guns. Down Telegraph’s sidewalk hello, […]
Published in Poemelon: A Journal of Poetry