
Blood in Winter
Entwined branches of
birches in the distance
are guardians of
the white fields


Scrolling Through Social Media in January
they’re only going
to keep turning it up



Visionary: A Poem
he described, in sensory details,
how his favorite tree saved him



You Must Wash Your Hands Until They Bleed
A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
has Covid-19.




Thanksgiving Eve: A Poem
my blood can’t handle
any more apologies, insistence
on the right to celebrate
genocide…


“The Time of False Dawns”
None of this is you, jagged pages,
annotated quotes — other voices
said what you couldn’t and better


New Poem
A Day Like a Trinity,
Three in One to Blame
I make these plans to write —
like a “real writer”

Poem — “Open”
Remember winter, Madonna’s
Immaculate Collection album,
Megaman III, a false sense of
innocent security




#OctPoWriMo Day 23
brother, you tried
again to leave me
and I think my stomach
has known this
for weeks



#OctPoWriMo Day 20
No, I cannot show you my wounds because I’ve lost too many people already…












#OctPoWriMo Day 8
our voices lost in this void,
like phantoms, we avoid
all real feeling…








#OctPoWriMo Prep
Instead of this graveyard of drafts I’m accumulating, I can go and tend to them, nourish the garden of my hard work, and revive them into newness.

Time Between Waves
There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.





They Say Some Behaviors Are Learned
I have learned to be glad
for the things I’ll
never understand


Fuchsia: A Poem
what pain looks like
but only to those
who allow themselves to feel it





On Missing My Father (Whom I Only Met Once)
‘Caring makes me feel un-American,
and honey, there’s something wrong with that…’




New Poem: “You Wanna Talk?” + Update
New poem featured @
A Cornered Gurl on Medium

#Poetryin13 Anthology Vol. 1
I have some micropoems published in a new anthology.


“Fragments of an Inevitable Collapse”
that glimmer in your eye
was terribly soothing

Brunch is just a fancy word for sleeping through your alarm clock
taught to wear
resiliency in braided hair

Hello, 37: A Birthday Poem
This year most of
the world walked
a bit in my
self-isolation moccasins






Movie Mothers
I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you.


The Miracle
“The miracle wasn’t that the statues were crying;
It was in the amount of people who undoubtedly
believed that they were witnessing one.”

Harlequin Frames
while deciphering spatter, I remember
your squinting, your pondering,
& the magnetics of twiddling fingers





I’m Re-Watching “Jem” As An Adult Part I
There’s no better time than a lockdown to rediscover your love for an old cartoon you watched as a child.


We’re Learning That Time Is Making Us Miserable
Why keep ourselves so constricted to something as meaningless as a clock right now?

Fly-By: A Poem
The room holds its breath
as slate blue mother rises
to this glorious occasion


#NaPoWriMo: Day 29
I am clinging to
memories of
blue parakeets
lullaby-ing me
to sleep

#NaPoWriMo: Day 28
Glacier blue walls
and the autumn
scent of spiced apples…
means I’ve woken
up in Michigan.



#NaPoWriMo: Day 25
a verbal knife wound
twisting
every fiber of my being
until I’m
scrubbed raw



#NaPoWriMo: Day 22
Odd half-smiles
and congratulations
are thrown about
like the farewell rice.


#NaPoWriMo: Day 20
Never question
me beneath moonlight,
or in the throes of battle.

#NaPoWriMo: Day 19
Nothing protected us then,
& we’re so much more
vulnerable now…

#NaPoWriMo: Day 18
my sister is
scarred and I
can count
her rib bones
like pick-up stix

#NaPoWriMo: Day 17
I used unraveled
tapes as ribbons
for the gift box
I put my heart in…


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