poetry

Les Très Riches Heures du duc de Berry

Gilfaethwy

  The pirate is part magician and part thief. With all the gauze and white tape, I know the left side of his face better than the right side. Pirates,…

Coyote

All aboard, climb inside! Back of the van! Get back, Loretta! Only 1500 miles to the promised land! Farm jobs, construction, cleaning, meatpacking, don’t bleed when you’re cut or you…

Borders

  On the Eve we eat menudo. Onion mimics moon from a small bowl, glinted fractals of itself. Cilantro’s diced flesh lingers in the air. Bolilllos wait, steam rising. We…

Rooting

  . . . . . . . . . .Chihuahua Desert   Blood slid to soil and our roots splintered wide like needle-edged leaves of agave. We can never…