Little Aries

after "State Bird" by Ada Limon Confession: I did not want to be a mother. Sleepless late nights and a dozen late-night jobs, Sore feet...

The Secret Life of Girls

This poem is after "Quiet Machine" by Ada Limon. I’m learning so many ways to keep secrets. There’s the way I don’t respond, and the way...

Salt of the Ecosystem

I remember when that baby whale died and the mother mourned it for weeks. I had a bird’s eye view. Whales are some of the few species in...

Little Tin Houses

Kicking over roly-poly pieces of rubble in a rocky moon-crater dug deep by the gas-guzzling, soot-spewing, giants that peeled the...

History of the Center of the Universe

after "Bars Poetica" by Hicok This is the story I’ve been trying to tell. Man and Woman are driving. What I mean is, Woman is driving....

Tomorrowland

I want you to be the reason that thin plastic rattles on the ragged chain links of a rusted fence one side mangled to the ground while...

The Weary Lambs

Imagine a life in which there have never not been thoughts and prayers for classmates, the victims. We are the lockdown generation she...

Unsung Heroes

are the women invisible to most except when hunger strikes or fear or someone else’s baby is crying the ones with embraces that ease the...

Pecking Order

The tearing of flesh never bothered me Even though they named the pigs And nursed the calves from infancy Steadying giant baby bottles...

I need your hand

The pieces of her life lay shattered on the floor Still spiraling from a kinetic outburst She’s the one meant to tidy them up. Hot...

Islands on the Bus

My seat is near the back, I’m still an island in the sea Less majestic; More isolated. The bundle of sweaters to my left Mumbles...

Little Treasures

Sometimes in a little shoe box The ones she wore as a toddler Friends of the golden spool and proud thimble They never belong. Twisted up...

The Message

The waves in my ears Like the ocean Crash upon me with a force so extreme That they move the earth. Click click click clack click The...

Luke 21:19

You didn’t know it then but the mother you adored was a victim and someday soon you would be the victim in her place. You couldn’t have...

Outlier after Ruben Dario

A poet moves in the word The way his fingers move across a keyboard He sails through the impetuous rapids of grief And floats across the...