Cartographic Memory

Just struck 11 On this quiet spring night Friendless. Earlier this afternoon Sat in sun, staring at the trees Thoughtless. Now in this silence I see mourners in PPE suits My friends. My thoughts. Featured image: Woman...

In her river There was no peace. For 15 hours The fish in her child Jumped. For 15 hours She pleaded him to “Please!” stop. On the shore, Sitting next to her, I muttered in myself Thankfuls of gratitude, For...

To an old friend E. Eleven years of soft smooth skin Your hungry hands, Quiet, questioning, Waiting, tired Still a friend. Now this song Makes me Quiet, questioning, Wondering Why am I rooted in you? Are you my country...

"Twins," she said.
That is when my heart split.

I write these poems imagining
  That you are reading them
Which then makes me imagine
  That you are seeing the heart of me