remind me who I am without the edges of my life without the random encounters bumped shoulders banalities, apologies face-to-face chance meetings found in the city surrounded by the buzz of human energy remind me who I am without the legroom of nature where the delicate flower can heal the wounds that isolation opened expanded, …
there’s an eagle and a treeon a cardon my deskI keep it becausethe eagle is strengthfreeto say those words out loudI keep it becausethe tree is naturewith deep roots thatground mein those momentsI want to escapefrom the candoron the pageI keep it becauseit came from a placeof embodied creativityI want to capture the artist’sdedication to …
A couple weeks ago I submitted a poem to The Power Plant Contemporary Art Museum’s Power of the Poets contest. The idea was to write based on an artist’s work. I chose Black Cloud by Carlos Amorales and wrote from the duality of this view of his work and our current state of isolation. Though …
when this is over
I want to buy lunch
at a food court
where people will
line up on
red circles for safety
