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“Why can’t I just be white? Sometimes I just wish I was white.” Her right cheek is still bleeding As she jumps into the passenger seat, Having been jumped in the hallway After sixth period. We instruct our children To never hit...

Two days in and the coaches give her A nickname Two syllables instead of my three— Her given name is too full Of beauty, of vowel, of nuance. Of Spanish. New name time: serve new identities, spike the old ones. Two syllables:...

I am older now but I am green Backyard climbing ivy green Fern leaf outstretched green So deep and dark green It doesn’t seem real green Like a boxwood hedge green Labyrinth green Green like California after 10 days of rain:...

Sometimes poems Get forgotten. They arrive between the shower And the towel, Between the hot water and the coffee grounds, Between the front door and the car. Those are the ones that have the most to say. They bide their time...

For my mother The past never stays where you left it flying off to perch on some other branch migrating to a different nest If I could make the past hold still sing its accustomed song flutter its painted wings the way it used...

It’s a matter of shape and velocity he says talking about airplanes but to me it sounds more like faith an intake of breath that carries you somewhere above the ordinary an instinctive gratitude for the crispness of the air for...

Spat out by a volcano eons ago banded by sand, bloomed with plumeria, protea, palm We flew there twice but no more no more long-line airport no more carry-on in the overhead bin no more tray table in the upright and locked...

Bioluminescence – a serious word and the cold light from its belly is serious indeed to the firefly See me it signals come to me love me as if beetles could love But I love them – always have their flitting flickering delighted...

Telescopes train glassy eyes on our flaming star. Satellites circle sideways in the plane where planets travel. And now a new craft will ring the sun top to bottom to get a better view. It’s a matter of trajectory. Sometimes you...

who walks among the cranes and dirt, her song in the air, like musk scent of riverbank. Praise for the riverbank, larger or smaller with the flow of the Rio Grande, its winding waters drift between the heart-shaped rustle of the...

I drove your car into a telephone pole three days after my sixteenth birthday when I reached for a Diet Coke in the inside pocket of the door. How you had patience for me, Dad. We expect children to break things, we expect play...