approaching eternity the navigator is the bishop’sdaughter  he said before he left us planted in the astronomers’meadow  head thrown backand eyes open to the nighti study...

Raised architecture of gold leaf Time-gone smoke darkened the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue to tweak the narrative. Gold demands candlelight. Or maybe candlelight demands...

Morning Class in Washington, D.C. A sparrow collides, fallsglass to concrete Beak opens, body spasms. A student looks:me, bird, back. She wants instructions. Touch the birdto do what? Stun it...

These poems were commissioned by Day Eight within a project funded by DC Mayor Muriel Bowser's Office of AAPI Affairs, directed by Regie Cabico. Asian...

Odds Miracles happen: I believe this,breast bared and danglingdown through a table designedfor radiation treatment.The techs push and pull me into position,marks on my body...

The Marrow of My Bones There is a hurt that runs so deep within the marrow of my bones, Twisted lies Deceiving smile Words dipped in scalding...

"Creativity should be the cornerstone of funding."

Cosquilla you provided for me make-believe-come-realfairy tales tangible and new<you added texture to my paintingsgrains of heaven engulfed in color and hue linear needs met wavy...

bore more bone marrow lessons now here plant neither nor animal either or lessons here now nowhere amongst omnivores creatures just beginning to assert their dominance T. M. Hudenburg is glad this...