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Circling

She disappears into dark water, and desire follows close behind. Set in moonlight and undertow, this poem drifts into the charged space where surrender starts to feel like instinct.

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Kelp Fever

A lush, unsettling meditation on desire and transformation, where beauty is altered by contact and rendered into something stranger, more physical, and impossible to name.

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A Rosary in the Glovebox

Written in the tradition of George Ella Lyon’s “I Am From,” this poem assembles a self from rosaries, winter, food, nursing, and inheritance, tracing the sacred and bruised geography of a life.

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“The Palms STill Stand. Crisp Silhouettes against a Hazy Sky, tall as guilt and just as thin. They line the driveway in symmetrical grief, as if trying to offer shade to something that can’t be cooled. Everything here is sun-bleached and wind-chapped, held together by spider webs and memory. The breeze tastes like eucalyptus and the air smells like dust that used to be skin.”

Noncompliant: A Sunglassed Elegy From Camarillo