The Road Home: Poems

I have been writing poetry for as long as I can remember, but the latter two years of high school is when I began to realize what an important part of my life it is.  My poems are very personal: sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and usually a mix of all three.  As a human being and a scholar, I often use poetry as a way to come to grips with things like “history,” memory, time, and space.  Feel free to let me know what you think; feedback in valuable to me, and, good or bad, it’s nice to know that something I’ve written has affected someone.

for rudolfo anaya

literally a golden fish, i could not believe my eyes as they were, still red from a terrible attack in ...
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fragments for laertes

i it was an improbable couple of days; i would not have seen it coming even a year ago; the ...
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clarendon boulevard

i have a very strong memory of standing at schmitz’s gas station in my cap and gown thinking this is ...
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haikus for monterey

fat drops of slow rain come with that spring smell mud and naked easter grass. i got home before the ...
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a comprehensive examination

1. why do you think he is single? to what extent are structural forces to blame or is it rather ...
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the song of moses, roanoke

i i will not go into that church, i told myself, i cannot be there, it is forbidden. ii what ...
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floyd, easter

in paradise, in floyd county off thompson road on a hilltop with crows and robins singing about how from the ...
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hightown maple songs

i i don’t know why you keep coming to see me i never asked you to; i never knew you ...
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in raphine

when was the last time you drowned in the night? 
when was the last time it found you unguarded? or ...
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bosman in olivet

flesh is grass and flesh is ash and all of it together has been touched with the finger of death ...
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