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I’m Trying to be a Person

I’m Trying to be a Person on whom nothing is lost. I have ruined several custards with scalding impatience.             Not...

Volcano

Roman is running the LA marathon. It’s no touch. No high fives. No kissing. It’s the time of the virus. What might   have been if the world...

The Cowboy Channel

The men focus on their poker hands and their glasses of whiskey, preoccupied, as if the saloon is their shared workspace. No one looks...

Ghazal in the Year of Corona

What can I do to stay clear of Corona? How can I not draw too near to Corona?   Praying that someday we’ll all meet again And not...

Into Love

Every kiss that was ever kissed— every smile, every baby’s delight, a first step, a face that hides and comes back, a belly laugh—   every morning of gladness, gladness,...

How to Make a No-Sew Coronavirus Mask From a Poem*

After you've read this poem, place it on your kitchen table From the top of the poem, fold down a flap of your fear; from...

Outlander Blues

after quarantine binge-watching I did not stay up to pen a poem while screening Scottish history slipshod neo-porn with unaccented moans. This series has got me going five episodes a...

Stay Close to the Willows

Is a country way of sayin’ remain near home, don’t venture far, keep nearby.   Once you embody shadow under the pine’s umbrella and grace the riverbank, turn around, go no farther.   A...

Clueless Jogger Manifesto in the Age of Social Distancing

I am a jogger, an outside-only jogger. Outside I am moving so quickly that I cannot calculate six feet between myself and slowpokes who walk. I keep moving. I am a moving missile, rocket flying horizontal.

Farmer’s Market in Pandemic

The Saturday rite is now a drive-by: we’re all laid back in our masks awaiting our turn. The line stretches far down the street; no one expects to...

Pandemics and Pasta: Sustenance in the Viral Age

Tonight, I am roasting ripe Heirloom tomatoes with onions, garlic, and olive oil in a 400-degree-oven while a blend of mushrooms, garlic, and white...

Your Fire and Thunder

Dr. Li Wenliang, who was the first to sound the alarm on the outbreak of the pandemic, died in Wuhan a year ago, on...