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Wind This poem began with the sensation of wind as a physical agent—something that rearranges a room without permission. I wanted to write into that pressure, letting objects register the disturbance while the human world remained unconscious.

Wind

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Scary Movie

SCARY MOVIE VI RISES FROM THE CRYPT AND WHEEZES OUT A LAUGH

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Masters of the Universe

MASTERS OF THE UNIVERSE Finds Its Pulse in the Glow of Earnest Spectacle

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A Child’s Toys I wrote A Child’s Toys after passing an encampment beneath an overpass where discarded playthings mirrored the fragility of shelter. The poem traces how innocence collapses into survival, how the compass of childhood still spins in ruin.

A Child’s Toys

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Ars Poetica I wrote Ars Poetica while sorting through my own books, watching mold consume the faces of poets I admired. The poem confronts the rot of memory and authorship—how even our self-published titles soften under time’s pressure, yet remain proof of persistence....

Ars Poetica

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MILKWEED Milkweed began as an observation of decay and endurance—the plant’s body under heat, its rupture into air. I wanted to write a poem where nature’s tenderness collapses into anatomy, where absence feels like law....

MILKWEED

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BackRooms: The Hum of Endless Rooms

BackRooms: The Hum of Endless Rooms

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Family Tree Family Tree began as an image of a house without windows and a river carrying away its debris. The poem explores how time erodes lineage—the way humanity sloughs into the river’s swell and becomes part of its current.

Family Tree

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PROPELLER ONE‑WAY NIGHT COACH FINDS ITS ALTITUDE IN MEMORY AND LONGING

PROPELLER ONE‑WAY NIGHT COACH FINDS ITS ALTITUDE IN MEMORY AND LONGING

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Dead Man’s Wire: A Man Demands the World Answer for Itself

Dead Man’s Wire: A Man Demands the World Answer for Itself

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Movie Review 2

My Father’s Shadow:  THE DAY THAT REFUSES TO DIM

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Rosemead:  ROSEMEAD MOVIE REVIEW — A MOTHER’S VIGIL, A SON’S SHAKEN WORLD

Rosemead:  ROSEMEAD MOVIE REVIEW — A MOTHER’S VIGIL, A SON’S SHAKEN WORLD

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Expulsion

Expulsion The fog is stinging,each bit of mista toothdriving mefrom this claimed pieceof earth—rivedbetweenmy shrieking heartandraw wings.

Expulsion

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The Purple Glass

The Purple Glass‘It has no use’”, my mother said, when she took the purple glassfrom the highest shelfand placed it in my trembling left hand.Too small for flowersand shallow for wine,mellow and musky,the color of wilting violetswithering to the thinnest lavender essence. Yet, it mirrored itself in my bedroom window— a soft amethyst washin the Tennessee sunset.I remember her night gown bright as…

The Purple Glass

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Morning Origami

Morning OrigamiThe Kami sky enacts its Origata again, creasing down through my body — its daily murder of crows.

Morning Origami

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Obsession: The Wish That Wouldn’t Die

Obsession: The Wish That Wouldn’t Die

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Movie Review

Janus Films The first thing The Love That Remains makes clear is that separation is never a clean border. Hlynur Pálmason films the aftermath of Anna and Magnús’s parting as a living terrain, full of drift, return, and the stubborn warmth of old attachment. Saga Garðarsdóttir carries Anna with a steadiness that deepens the film’s pulse, her presence shaping the house, the children, and the work…

Movie Review