Poetry

Oddities Off the Five Freeway

Fluorescent light rains onto cracked concrete– there’s a blue

I am the son

but swap me with Daedalus. I am the master craftsman

The Study of Golf

The way the white ball spins and leaves its speckles

The Memories That Nostalgia Creates

“The remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance

Stuffed Animal

I was once nestled on top of your pillow, Now

Echo

You echo through my mind and you chatter my teeth

Cadaver

I sit about six feet above, in thought, this body

L.A. Drive

There’s a saffron glare  on the side of the

Cersia

Nana’s tears slid like raindrops down a window pane,

Homeless Man

I read COUNSELOR on the back  of your shirt. when