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.

twenty-nine verses for chipia

i now that i’m here, what is there really to say? i can hardly presume to write about a place ...
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wisdom 7:12

i it costs so much to understand just a little of this world, some part you slipped a paper under ...
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todd lake departure

to lie here on this old pillow listening to the endless calling of the night to the night the tent ...
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fragments for leaving emery

i all according to plan—including the driving rain up Storey to Low Street to Parker and the train station, poncho ...
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the medicine of silence

—i— you are here for not twelve hours and you say “i want to write a book about silence”: this ...
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big daddy’s, boquete

it is not a crime to live in paradise: if you can afford it, do so. you can grow a ...
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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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