I ground myself in
a bed of Queen Anne’s Lace. Breathe...

*Although not a poem, I need an outlet.
The COVID-era anxiety has returned. I close the...

Inauguration
American death sentence...

My growing pains started at age three.
They've never stopped...

Grief cartographer
Multilayered pages fall...

Alone in a crowd
Wading through the travel rush...

Submerged in water
Palms leaning in the wind...

Swaying palm trees dance
Red tide washes on the shore...

Agua natural
Cian azul y claro...

Jade waves rolling by
Crashing on the horizon...

Viento frio
Bustling people shop...

Sometimes when I drink warm water, my abdomen...
The pain is intense and sharp and fleeting...