I’m pleased to announce that my poem “God” will be featured in Leaves of Ink on 11/19! Check LOI out at http://www.leaves-of-ink.com .
The little pieces you picked up.
The little pieces you carried once
in your hands,
held next to your body,
smeared onto your skin,
tugging at you:
the fragments you hold on to—
the ones you did not want to leave behind.
From “Spring’s Resurrection”
April’s not the cruelest month,
but a warm resurrection.
From “Severed Roots”
But the rainy season never came
and the drought never left.
as I scraped back bare soil—
the earth I once remembered—
the remnants of what I started with.
From “Commuter’s Tears”
Oil rainbows evaporated in the rain,
leaving only the memory behind.