abuelita how hard it must have been not to be able to communicate with me in my language, and my refusal to learn yours how could i hear...

baby brother's blues he was just a kid who loved to tease our sisters and counted on me to keep the neighborhood bullies at bay but our...

7 days after my sister’s death this morning i peeled and sliced a potato into flat crooked rectangles and uneven triangles heated cooking...

why i feed the birds once i saw my grandmother hold out her hand cupping a small offering of seed to one of the wild sparrows that...

father’s day poem you bought me a new kite every spring and we would go find a vacant lot or empty field where you taught me the...

“we can’t pay you, but you can sell your books and get some great exposure!” #1 I’m so sick of hearing/reading those words. I get it. If...

Poetry and the arts are effective tools for social change. They keep alive the opposition to the status quo. Poetry documents events for...

The poem is a living thing. The writing is an intimate interaction of art and the physical body, and it is reflected in my line breaks. I...