to make more happiness: repeat

something happened after my mom died: i couldn’t get words out. it felt strange and terrible. i was used to making words appear as readily as my lungs brought breath to my mouth. without words, it seemed i’d forgotten how to breathe. but i wasn’t dead. i hadn’t actually forgotten how to breathe. i had just forgotten how good it felt to take a deep belly breath in, to let it out, nice and slowly, and do it again and again and... Read More

quiet thief of greatness

you’re cordially invited to go and see my latest work: now showing at collector gallery 2950 college ave, berkeley ARTIST RECEPTION friday december 14th 6-8pm* work will be showing until the end of december & i’ll be selling poetry on-demand in the store saturday december 22nd from 2-4pm *please note: i won’t actually be at the opening but you should be there anyway!* This series, titled “Quiet Thief of Greatness,”... Read More

i will not wait

“i will not wait to become a bird. already i find feathers between the sheets of my bed, dark, iridescent. contrast the sharp yellow eye of a starling, a mallard’s wing, a peacock’s lady-getters. this morning ravens collected shiny things in my bedroom and offered them at my feet, laughing, as if they too know what each day i am becoming”  Read More