Archive | February 2015

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I keep smiling while I read them. All three texts. Sitting at a Greek place with coworkers at a long table for fifteen. Middle aged women and their husbands are asking about you. They all want to meet the man who put stars under my skin. I just told them about the place we found […]

Sonic Screwdriver

for Josh I wish I had a sonic screwdriver I wish I had a magic wand I wish I had a time machine or pixie dust or a book of spells I wish I had a genie lamp I wish I had the holy grail I wish I had a flying carpet or a portal […]


 This is a poetry website unlike any other I have seen. The editor, Canese Jarboe, creates handmade collages to compliment the poetry she showcases on the site. She has graciously accepted “Elephant”, a poem of mine, and created a beautiful frame of leaves and flowers. She feels the leaves evoke the texture of elephant skin. The […]

Moon Pixel Open Mic on February 27th, 2015

 On Friday, February 27th, I will be featuring at a wonderful new monthly reading series, Moon Pixel Open Mic. I am especially excited because my dear friend and kick-ass assistant editor of, Raquel Reyes-Lopez is hosting. As if that wasn’t enough, I will be joined by the sultry dream weaver, Elmast Kozloyan. There will […]

Westwood Boulevard (Why I Can’t Go Back)

I. because I’d have too many questions like does her husband know have you ever met her children do your parents know about her does she hate your new car or your new 60-inch TV does she love the extra 20 pounds I left behind II. because I know exactly how small your ass really […]

Like a Girl: The Pre-Show!

For the last several months, my poetry partners, Nancy Lynée Woo, Terry Wright, and I have been working on a project very near and dear to us, Like a Girl: Perspectives on Feminine Identity. This second anthology from Lucid Moose Lit received almost 800 submissions of poetry, prose, and art. We struggled to narrow that number down to […]

Passing Sounds Fade

Passing Sounds Fade

Originally posted on Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets:
By Sarah Thursday The heavy of his arm around her shoulders, the lack of weight— how it sits there like a machine fitting, clock-watch piece. The dust in his voice lies thick under her chest. She knows his closet is full and the bodies are fresh but…

View at 4 A.M.

You, a landscape sloping down into soft valleys where I trace your bare terrain outlined in moonlight, I rest on your dark side how you speak clearest in silence still as mountain tops I, lying in your slant night, an eager traveler pulling at your dawn, sunrise us— turn and move earth in me. First […]