June 18, 2017
A Letter to My Father on Father’s Day
—and there was a young ram who’d climb to the top of the mountain with the rest of his family, and they were wild and belonged to no one […]
January 30, 2017
On Carrying Each Other & Cosmic Debt
The world is gone, I must carry you. —Paul Celan If my father was not the kind of person he is, it would be a touchy subject. It bears […]
November 30, 2016
Strangers Meant (to be) Un-stranged
Your map is marred by borders that become a sieve of history, straining the wild from the willing. Missions and malls encroach your sun swathed villitas where flowers battle […]