burning palm perfume lays heavy wreath on spiky fur, light bones —grey crown on grey stripes of kitten playing pavement’s lumps and bends
yellow leaf waves under yellow peeling bridge— what bleached coral lingers for the final crinkling edge to drink
One of the things I love about an academic life is how many chances for reflection, renewal, and rebirth there are. Each term is a chance for rebirth, and we also get the rhythms of the calendar year. It is following…
mudded rock ragged, refuses gleam of crescent moon or return to tide still spraying over walls, fleeing heights the open sea wins everything
stars hazed, still thick clouds rise & lighten humidity______& breath
Potluck recently posted three of my poems. Main Road and Uliga Campus are set in Majuro; The Oceanids’ Canto belongs to a sequence that re-tells the Persephone myth using multiple voices and codes.