Weary of talkin’, weary of pressing words onto the white
porous page. Gray pearls roll and slip liquid and cool, the wet sky
yet to be, strains through me. I take it. And take it. Don’t know how not to. Just
hold my hand. Don’t want to explain anymore how the moon
came roaring, how the galaxy found me as birth canal, can no longer
describe how the ocean ate me because it could and I knew nothing
but its clarity over my two open eyes.
Now I am simply protest of the creaky hinge
doors bang again and again
again in the wind
work has been published in Rattle, ONTHEBUS, Rebelle Society, The Urban Howl, Cultural Weekly, Public Poetry Series, Literary Mama, and California Quarterly, among many other venues. She has received a Blue Mountain Arts Poetry Prize and recently won First Place for Dandelion Press’s Micro Fiction Contest. She has finished a first novel and is working on a second. She studied with author Carolyn See at UCLA where she received a BA degree in English with a Creative Writing Emphasis. She is a story editor and consultant, and conducts creative writing workshops in the Los Angeles area.