For Mom

Retreat

Limited edition of 100 books!


Opening reception

Saturday October 18th

7-11pm

BERDHOUSE • 1505 1/2 Echo Park AVE • 213 482 9976

For Praise

It's a flashback
like moments wanting
cigarettes; more sun
coming onto the screen door
more sun coming onto the back
outside. Yes, I do
remember Halloween
in Madison when
I dropped my
phone
and had to deal.
New potential in
that list of songs:
more songs to not be
able to listen to anymore
at some point
and more ways
to understand why
we choose the difficult
story with nothing between
the acts.

stamp this

no writing



xo,

Queries

The beach isn't going
to come all by itself,
but the sieves
and the moccasins
and the soda pop
freezers might snare
might lead
to souvenirs from Australia
just as much
as forty
might come by itself.
No, I am not self-sealing.
Yes, maybe Mother Nature
does resemble D.
No, I will not wish
I had written
a poem by Dean Young.
I will acknowledge
that a neighbor I once had
had frogs the size of fingernails
and goats off the roundabout.

Carnivorous

Mother Nature will bite
your chest and cry
if you're not careful.
Words of advice from
one who spent time
at the arboretum,
at the back of the bus
counting the days
like bridges holding majesty
over safety and rebuilding
and over grinding underneath
El Guayabo via San Francisco
via a man from L.A.