The Olive Press, 2017DomesticityOn most days, my father wakes early to turn the heat on, the scent of warmth overtaking the home, masking the stench of last night’s burnt dinner.poetry
RookieMag, 2016The House on Koamoko Drivein the front yard, the tree-house my father built with his tired hands, the door creaky & a missing floorboard here or there. i remember watching as he fell from the fifth step of the ladder, & my mother’s laughterpoetry
Honey & Lime Lit, 2018Litanies of WonderI am filled with this desire to expose my body to that light. A compulsion to wake it, despite this loneliness & that cold & the quiet ache in the backs of my knees.poetry
Hawai'i Review, 2018Where You Will Find HerLeaning out of the open window to feel the chill of night air breathing on your skin. Your chest is heavy, & the stars are being buried under cover of cloud as we speak. The distant sky is humming with oncoming rain.poetry