Copihue: Sin palabras This is a Spanish and English poem I wrote years ago but published in 2022. It's based on a Lorca poem called "La luna asoma." The back and forth between the two languages is supposed to be confusing and is meant to highlight the necessity for presence that exists beyond the bounds of language.
Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry: Don't Worry About the World This poem stems from my contemplation of our various associations with certain colors.
Zetetic: A Record of Unusual Inquiry: I Am Drawn I wrote this the day before Yom Kippur, so fasting was on my mind, which made me think about what it means to be taken care of and nourished.
Scarlet Leaf Review Their website is currently down; when it hopefully comes back up, I'll reshare the link. Winged Sycophants - A poem written at a time when I was feeling particularly frustrated and helpless. (Trump had recently been elected.)
Your Windows - I wrote this not long after I'd finished my thesis Bard College, which included poetry inspired by Federico García Lorca. I feel there's a Lorquian twinge to this poem, mixed with melancholy at a love-situation gone sour.
La vida de una abuela sola - This is taken from the thesis mentioned above and is inspired by Lorca as well as a sad, old woman I lived with in Spain.
When You Leave - If only we could be happy all the time... Beauty v. Love - I'm still trying to figure out what this poem means. I wrote it long ago when half asleep.
Treehouse Arts: How Life Works The website is currently down, so please see the poem below. This is about peculiarity and artificiality. I jotted it onto a scrap of paper while sitting in the grass of a recently mowed lawn.
How Life Works We sleep on beds with legs instead of moss on the ground where soil soothes dreams. We rake leaves. We do not leave them to decompose and recompose like jigsaw pieces rebuilding Earth. We mow lawns and keep them strictly green even though so many other colors exist. Some deluded soul once said that grass surpassed monarchs and milkweed.