Whale Road Review, a journal I have long admired, published another poem from my lipstick series, “Color Changing Lipsticks” in Issue 14 – Spring 2019.

Two of the poems from my “lipstick” series, “L’Oreal #754: ‘Sugar Plum‘” and “NYX Macaron #7: ‘Citron‘” appear in the late winter issue of Mothers Always Write, published February 18, 2019.

“45,” published in Lengua Larga, Boca Abierta, Issue 2, Summer 2018.

“Punch & Judy Take a Hot-Air Balloon Ride,” published in The Second Poetry Circus Chapbook, September 19, 2015.

Liturgy of Small Feathers, my first chapbook, is available now from Yak Press and up at amazon!

“Rapture,” published in California Quarterly, Vol. 39, No. 1, 2013, is the quintessential Love poem.

“Light Housekeeping
,” published September 20, 2012 at Zócalo Public Square, chronicles an adventure in cleaning out a long-neglected closet.

What’s That Word? – A Fun Way to Build Vocabulary, (Yak Press, November 2011) lets students have fun experimenting with language and word-play while mastering Common Core English vocabulary words.

“Cold Snap”, published June 20, 2011, at Zócalo Public Square, deals with the hidden costs of our “war on terror.”

“Anchor Baby”, a collaborative poem that explores the ideas of identification and how different identities intersect in American society and culture, is published in the 26th issue (on Identity) of Blueprint Review.

Two poems about the Mojave Desert are published in the Spring 2010 issue of Chaparral, an online literary journal dedicated to Southern California:

Non-native Species

I’ve heard this story repeated often –
the bride of a homesteader, or fighter pilot,
alfalfa farmer, or real estate developer
(all prospectors of a different crop)
who sobbed at first sight:

beige grasses lean, parched
and weighted with unseen heat;

elm, chestnut, and willows weep,
all bowed in the same direction.

Fine brown silt collects
in all the windowsills

(the wives weep frustration
trying to keep ahead of the dust)

the raven’s constant cah, cah,
caveat: attempts to crowd out desert,
either madness or folly.

Even the iconic tumbleweeds
themselves rolled in
from the Russian tundra
on another famed migration.

What bares the seeds
of our great suburban discontent?
the relentless wind?
or the shallow-rootedness
which brought us to this place?

We come,
searching entrance
to the well.

Showy Evening Primrose (Oenothera speciosa)

creeps up rocky inclines
along freeway entrances,
invading alien soil. Like us.
Another disturbance-loving
species, homeless immigrants
in exile. Our addictions banish us,
too restless to be still, too restless
to go home.


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