Joining the Navy

Joining the Navy

by | Oct 1, 2019 | Poetry

I wonder what kind of growing I will choose—the weed pushing up through New York concrete / unrolled in defiance of dog piss-coated shoes declaring home, or the dandelion seed adrift in eddied time, making one. either way, the same flower is carried thousands of miles.

Threads of Honor

Threads of Honor

by | Sep 23, 2019 | Poetry

Yet when I was five, you boarded a plane / and I went to bed every night / your name on my lips / a prayer / as if I was less afraid of you dying outside my control / than of simply forgetting / you existed.