Beacon
War came to Greece dressedas my great grandfatherwho must’ve started thisentanglement. Stationedin Rhodes, the Italian in merumbling in the belly, metallic blurs,screech... Read more.
Nocturne with Surfboard
We paddled into a night tide that never wanted us.For three hours, we duck-dived and turtle rolledpopping up for air amidst the salt-foam.The beach turning black... Read more.
Peaches
The grove never wanted sonsbut it bore them anyways. Threeof them—the youngesthugged the tree, looked upinto the verdant prism,asked the oldest whatthe fruit was,... Read more.
