Updated: Sep 17, 2020
I want to see if I can write 365 poems in 365 days. No expectations. No rules. Just a commitment to discovery. Tomorrow, September 17, 2020 will be Day 1. Hope to see you there.
Cezar Chavez Park I. The bay pulls up on the coastal rocks like a car that’s finally found a parking spot which is to say easily and with great gratitude. II. Each ripple coming towards the yellowed g
It is terrible To wake in the night and immediately know this is it for a while, until dawn, until your corner of the world collectively wakes many hours from now-- this waiting, this staring at the c
a Haiku for Sara She passed in the night with a peace so deep and true it had to be earned.