Category: Poems

— 21 x 30, Acrylic After Mexico and before she died, my mother painted a middle-aged couple in tie dye, seated in a tropical pavilion,

It’s true: I’ve got my fingers in everything, pulling parakeets from blue air, turning olives into peonies. A train arrives—Your mother paints you a new

I promise him everything—rivers, falls, Lake Saguaro—but he sniffs and turns away. Weeping and pleading, I follow him across the mesa.  I fling my arms

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