Poetry Published by San Antonio Review

"It’s hard to be a city at night, sleeping along this big river. So much wakes you from slumber ... "

"for the 13th time i’ve looked at the time / glowing back from the phone that never sleeps"

"Who knows whose ideas cross-pollinate?"

"so much red, so much hope"

Here I stand, rooted, once hopeful, once a sapling self

"she was unable to wrap the man that I am"

"I reside in a zone the color of May and murky beach water"

"We might even have loved each other"

"the unbolting of bottled up showers"

"A feral cornucopia, unmaimed"

"I’m so awake that I debate purchasing new underwear or Tupperware lids"

"I do understand the symbolism of it"

"in its fruitless pecking I know there resides a poem"

"rediscovering your two left feet"

"How fragile the balance is and yet I make choices."

"facades ripped open, concrete and re-bar exposed"

"alchemy of phrases"

"Some are on the surface"

"Perhaps I'm still dancing out there"

"Because we sentence the Earth with capitalized letters"

"her red lobed leaves like a prima ballerina"

"an upfling of savagery"

"those anonymous shadows with hushed umbrellas"

"Worn sandstone sizzled"

"losing himself on the paper's cheekbones"

"Built on pure intentions"

“First of all, she would use all the wrong words”

"I have finally mastered letting go."

"Rejection letters fill my throat."

"Come, Let Us Gather, here in this womb of kinship"

Am I looking up at flowers?

Men behind the wheel, and kids were clay.

"she gave me a clover keychain and kissed my head"

"pen it like the stab of a needle"

all you knew was the pounding, pounding

"all I would see is blue"

"Let me bend the time-space continuum/cut the tether that ties me inside my skin"

"One page from an old monthly calendar remained"

"A shadow covers his brain"

"They could lose themselves in the simplicity of fruit."

"Fisherman forget the shore."

"you are being crowned with overnight feelings"

"Mom's thirst for air called out one last time"

"An off-black sheet grows behind us on the thing we call the horizon."

"He couldn't skip a heartbeat"

"A heavy breeze may leave it shaken"

"You dance with abandon"

"Sometimes, it's just a purple kite"

"out and back, Gramps and I, out and back"

"The sky bleeds gray"

"All signs point to a confession."

"She never spoke in shades, only primary colors, geometric shapes

"the sky hung on a street pole"

"Me. A study in oatmeal"

"privilege thrives at convenience"

I'm so damned mortal

Blue and white fresco swirls above the door like strips of icing that would never melt

"I traced the sunken letters of her name"

Jane wrapped it in her backpack, bore it home

Weeds grow aplenty. And so does broken glass.

How hard just to watch her, asleep and dreaming on the edge of wild.

Forgive me for giving into the convenience of this aluminum foil

eyes open to light shimmering across water, to kayaks laid like crayons of many colors

Skin of sycamore

"A Lucky Strike behind the ear"

"we call and call as if they understand our need to own them"

"Why is everyone down with the flu, mamma? Oh, but that's what it means to be alive, my love."

"If a rose can be so sweet, despite having razor teeth"

Some cows hated the touch of hands.

"like a ribbon in a sea of light"

"Sunlight bends and breaks"

"Ghosts of the past now a jury"

"you would think they owned the place"

"waiting for the wind to settle"

I too, will grow old and maybe ramble and bore

"crawls like a time capsule"

"The blades will be buried in common pits"

"In summer my day could revolve around this tree"

"Their maps have folded is disobedience"

"Dinner at my house will be bread with extra butter"

"I'd give my good eye to be an eyeful"

"the edge of a hot day"

"Our love was magic, impossible, like flying dust"

"Now the air is thick with drifts of milkweed seed"

"even a burnt b is good"

"the handiwork of old lives' patching"

'The match would catch a corner"

"Who among us does not crave a cure?"

"In a city like this one, I can be invisible, mute."

"I left him after twenty years"

"This one stirs up cosmos"

"a three cheese blend"

"An uncle's gift to an abandoned child"

"No complaint from the rake"

"It's been so long since I was young"

"A reminder to us all"

"Hells bells should they glimpse a hint of truth"

"could deny our love no more than a bird its song"

"naked and golden brown"

"Bouncing on black beans"

"wrong"