The woman materialized one bitter winter morning under the graffitied awning of the vacant taqueria. The shop had sat boarded up since its last tenant clattered away in a pickup truck ahead of a raging Houston storm.
February 2023
Deep Learning (and other poems)
I try not to imagine the uses for my voice./
Instead I wonder when I say blue/
which version the listener imagines:/
cerulean slate sky soft baby.
Drinking the Ocean: Notes on Travel and Drowning
Right up until the point when I drowned, it was a pretty good day. I held the tiller of an empty nineteen-foot Zodiac, drifting just outside the surf zone of the Tuamotus atoll of Pukarua, a picturesque ring island of coconut palms, frangipani, and torch ginger….