#4 Dog Talk


Lie Down


Let’s go



Good girl

No Diggity





Leave it


Leave it


Leave it

Good girl


Leave it

Leave it

Leave it


Lie down


#12 Steam

Golden Shovel with line from Rudy Francisco, “Honest Poem”


my concern is always with the explosion inside that I’m

trying to hold in because it feels so rude to let it out, but still

I feel the toxic impact within my body and I am learning

that the only way to be okay is to balance how

I express myself, how I give life to my thoughts, to

let them breathe, to embrace the scream and the whisper

#11 So. Done.

i am

i am so

i am so over it

i am so over it that

i am so over it that i don’t even know what it was

i am so over it that i cycled back around and now i am under it

i am so over it that i am Godzilla on a bad day in the big city

i am so over it that when i started a Zoom meeting to tell everyone that I am done with that shit i immediately muted everyone else and myself before anyone could speak

i am so over it that I am all over it and this poem is so over






#10 Insecurity

Did I lock the car?

is there someplace I should be right now?

A corner of circumstance?

A room of requirements?

Was there a checklist I left empty?

A book of checklists, left unchecked?

Is anyone even as together as they seem on Instagram?

My whole damn life


an organizer and a stylist

And it is supposed to be myself

#8 Nonet for Babka

Babka prances, carrying a box

proud to have captured cardboard prey

the evisceration brief

loud ripping and chewing

so satisfying

yet so simple

and bloodless



#7 Cinque Terre: Manorola to Vernazza

We ascend the switchback road above the town

moving away from the church square towards the cerulean ceiling of the world


Tiny staircases lead to a path and the path into an ancient vineyard

grapevines trained in neat rows on steep terraces

We wind our way across

paths punctuated by timeworn stone steps and

the skittering of lizards


How many other feet have walked here?

The Ligurian Sea sings to us of history, myths, trade, pirates, fish

Each coastal village has its song, too, of invasions long before the tourists came


As twilight creeps into the trails, we speed up, descending through woods, then allow, then into Vernazza and the scent of oranges

The train removes us from the storybook and then we slowly dismount, exhausted, to fill our bellies with wine and fish and bread born from past and present

#6 Choreo (Fibonacci poem)




Two steps right

Hips and knees circle

Scoop those arms to capture the space

Hold that ball and let it fill out

Invisible prize

Let it go…

Deep breath




#5 No monochrome chromaticity poem

They say a

monochrome room is simple

and relaxing

full as it is of



The stillness sends bees into my brain

and my bees


someplace fertile to land


flowers to spark their work

My no monochrome room needs a garden within it

to fill it


in a monochrome room my bees would only

fly around

and buzz
and buzz

#3 Collaborate

Prompt: use last line of a book you have read

Book: The Anti-Racist Writing Workshop by Felicia Rose Chavez

Maybe we can build this thing together

This thing to hold us together

To hold space for our togetherness

As we collaborate to create

As we stretch our minds to innovate

#2 Joy of Unseen Things

Mysteries are miracles

Miracles form molecules

Molecules mold memories

Memories make roots

Roots reinforce trees

Trees cradle cultures

Cultures create crossroads

Crossroads enlarge lineages

Lineages unfold revelations

Revelations spark recognition

Recognition defines reality

Reality makes molecules

Molecules are miracles