The Kitchen

Reflections of a Refugee; free verse

Seattle

How to begin

twin-sized bunk beds lined the walls
scratchy, thin sheets
called me to the city
where one needle…

Morning’s Hue

Champion expectancy, Bleed for hope.

Universe

A Poem

There is no world without you -
a creature of your mind -
and perish it will
…with you,
on the day you…

Love’s Instructions

Without laboring

When You Start to Stop

A list

no perfection lies within my bones
I know love wanes
sometimes slows—a heavy pace…

Orange Trees

The distance between Sacramento and Denver

Novocain

a poem about depression

My Body is My Home

a poem

This is the skin I can never shed.
It will stretch, and it will bend,
but I cannot walk away.

My body is not a house, but a home —
a permanent dwelling place.

Bodies Of Water

Visiting the park I wonder