Until Something Fell before you existed I sailed to the frozen lands and dove into the killing sea to find home, to find you in the storm...

Waikiki Beach boys really surf unlike The Beach Boys who sing Rabbit is old and white- haired he surfs rents boards to tourists at...

Kópakonan (Seal Woman) * I’ll tell you the song she’d sing if her lips unfroze their copper--- that she’s peeled her skin to give us the...

The Root of the Wind is Water Wind shreds the clouds, tears them across the horizon. Gone the peachy glow of dawn, and now waves crest...

Where-Wave I will see you at the place where the wave breaks, where the exacted horizon reverts for an instant framed in your dazzled...

My debut poetry collection, Mind Lit in Neon, will be published in 2022 by Finishing Line Press. New poems are forthcoming in Crab Creek...

Elegy, 2020 Inside, the clocks are everywhere. They tear at the thought that there isn’t time, that time is no more, that I’m not...

mackerel skies i'm driving through mountains on this blue gray evening looking at the cloudlets in awe i find solace and love all the...

What the Full Moon Sounds Like to a Mean Fairy an ice tongue sliding down penguin wing slow melt sugary gas station slushie Bluebells not...

Rosary Holding tight to the sweet smell of jasmine that hit me as I swung hard around the bend, so sudden, a pleasant apparition. Holding...

Shelter From The Storm by Claire Epting You’re safe. You’re safe. I love you and you’re safe. I repeat this over and over in my head as I...

I. Funny how reality can glitch in an instant, disrupting your normal the same way water-downed wifi broils your laptop hotter than the...

Stay Home, Take a Walk these days we scan for pleasure blooms of elm of pink cheeked camellias wildflowers on a city peak where dogs...

in addition to the grief by Ginger Yifan Chen in addition to the grief, we are now in memoriam of public places, of overheard...

When the Song of Shadows Comes Calling Some days feel so heavy, like that final weight pallbearers carry to the grave. Yet, say the...

Los Angeles by Marie Estelle Bland The smog soaked hills of my memory wrap me up, but I do not choke on the thickness of their embrace....

The Pandemic We All Needed Yesterday we ran through the woods and To keep busy I tried to guess what present you had ordered You assured...

You, reader, grew up kind. You listened to your parents and you made your bed at times. You recycled at least once a week. You would sit...

I Still Shave My Legs By Macy Lu I still shave my legs— though no stranger’s eyes shall glimpse them— pull razor over marble skin snatch...

Deserted It hit unexpectedly like a camouflaged Snake slithering stealthily in the withered grass Penetrating the canopied organ around...