We have lived in this small house for three years; On this nondescript California street, Birds nest in the awnings every April, Twice now in the front and once in the back. The cat trills through the dirty bay window, As feathered builders shape a dwelling of Twigs and spider silk, and old gum […]
“Bittersweet blue beauty that skipped a generation.” This is a ghazal about my daughter and mother. I love the challenge of formal poetry forms and the creative constraint they impose. A ghazal is a particularly interesting type of love poem, with a repeated refrain that reinforces the theme. I thought it was fitting when describing my daughter and mother, who have much in common but don’t know each other well.
“World-weary brains bathe in sweet dopamine.” I wrote this sonnet to examine my own relationship with my phone, which, like most people, is not healthy.
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