Who’s Sari Now?

In one of my notebooks, there are two pages of handwritten notes in pencil that smeared. It wasn't until last night I squinted through the thick fog on the page and salvaged those notes. It was written in 2012 during my visit to India. I had two roommates, both women. We were there as artists …

Lost Hours

I've been to Reno twice over the last 8 days. On that last trip I drove there with my friend, who bowled in a Tournament at the massive Stadium. His mom drove with us to which was doubly good since she cleaned up at the slots, pulling an astonishing $500 out of a penny machine …

The Empty House

I helped run a poetry workshop at the SF Public Library in April. Myself and another poet hosted Saturday afternoon workshops for an entire month culminating in a public reading, which happened Sunday afternoon, May 4. I arrived an hour early. My friend who works at the library walked me through the staff area, then …