Category Archives: Poetry


I. “It’s All Good in the Hood”

The faux bullet hole design outlines
the ideogrammatic brand name only sold in China.
The model struts though shot after shot.
Who wouldn’t stop for her when she raises
her hand, an accessory around her wrist; recycled metal
falling down: hearts, kitties, peace. Copyright. Continue reading Branding


A rainstorm would be convenient
now, but you were never one
for that, always preferred enigma
and surprise. The more I asked,
the more you took away. First,
the color green, so I said

take the green, but leave
the flower, its husk is too
fragile, even for your hands.

You left me with a fistful of stems,
saying Continue reading Deserted