I wrote a poem about biological fathers and The Princess Diaries, and Amorak Huey chose it for the Parents & Children issue of Golden Walkman Magazine. This magazine is entirely audio, and they include a couple minutes of commentary from the writer after each piece, and I adore it. You can listen to the issue here. My piece begins around 10:48, but I recommend listening all the way through. I was enraptured by the other poems! (That last one gave me chills.)

Ruminate featured my cento for Marthe Reed, “Sighting Grief,” on their website today. I started creating it last year during the Ruminate Happenings, and I’ll be participating in that event again this May, which means I’ll be writing poems for people live online. If you’d like to support this magazine and have me write a poem just for you, please visit Ruminate’s website and get a ticket!

I have a poem called “Corona” in today’s Sunday edition of The San Diego Union-Tribune. I’m honored to be included in my local paper, and I gasped when I saw the front page. 😍

Here’s a zoomed in version that you can read. The poem’s formatting is a bit off thanks to the skinny column: each line begins with the word “and,” and there are no spaces between lines in this poem.
Thanks to Michael Rocha for selecting my poem. I’m glad to be in this edition alongside my colleague Robbie Maakestad as well.

I’m a digital subscriber to The SDU-T, and I’ve found this paper to be a grounding source of news during this chaotic time. You can subscribe here. 

I wrote a poem called “Pillow Talk with Pneumonia” over the last weekend of March. I submitted it to a brand new literary magazine last week, and today it was the first poem in the first issue of FEED!

Click the image to read the full poem.

I’m so thrilled to be part of this new magazine’s launch, and I look forward to getting their weekly issues. (I’m also excited to be mostly recovered from pneumonia now!)

I read a poem each morning in my inbox from SWWIM, and this morning, the poem is mine! Here is “The Ghosts of Missing Animals.”

The title comes from a sign near the old Point Loma Lighthouse at the Cabrillo National Monument. I’ve read that sign before, but it suddenly struck me in a new way when I was there with Sarah Ann Winn on her visit to San Diego, so she’s another unnamed ghost in this ghost-filled poem. <3 As with many poems over the last few years, this one is for my parents-in-law.