Instagram PhotosSunday morning with this gorgeous repressing of the 2003 Casiotone for the Painfully Alone record, Twinkle Echo #vinyl #vinyloftheday #owenashworth #casiotoneforthepainfullyalone #tomlabReppin PG 13 tonight at Bulldogs basketball game, Clips city edition styleSpring is nigh 📸 @traftycracyI’d like to thank the Academy for the chance to collaborate with @traftycracy every dayDiggin’ for shirts at Fresno AgDog mom makes a nest for the dog sonWaiting room no. 49Starting off my 2020 vinyl listening with one of my favorite records of 35 years ago: Talking Heads, Little Creatures. Wow, 1985 is 35 years ago now. #vinyl #vinyloftheday #talkingheads #davidbyrneGot an unexpected xmas gift from my mother in law: the new fka twigs LP. I can confirm that it is indeed sent from another planet. #vinyl #vinyloftheday #fkatwigs
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Category Archives: Poems
Miscegenation A text from my goth friend said, “Oh great, now we’re talking about Black Lives Matter and Colin Kaepernick.” I knew exactly where that was going before I received the next text, and where it was going was downhill … Continue reading
Truth-o-Meter It seems false or mostly false that poets, like politicians, would benefit much from a fact checker, or at least the present-day internet equivalent of “truth is not black and white.” I imagine all of my truths, my mostly … Continue reading
Regret As ginkgo leaves fall, I think of the exact time I split your heart open. The scent followed us from Sunset Court to airport, then you were just gone.
Remediation My Chicano poet friend who rides the bus gave me a black handkerchief and a Black Lives Matter button today. This was one day after he shared a book about Aztecs. I pinned the button to my shoulder bag, … Continue reading
Two Chicanos Sift Through the Chisme You swore you were giving up TV to write more poems in the same month you told me you were addicted to sports, which was the same month you published three poems. Now how … Continue reading
What You Made Long before the moment you sunk your scissors into the patterned cardboard sheet, you had left your mark. How could you have known you would cut out all the tiny pieces for more than a dozen cards … Continue reading
Still Life If memory loomed over Roethke as large as my Buddhist friend said, then I prefer to remember what you remember: her earring, his old wallet, a few nickels, a bolt, collected in an unexpected corner.