"Against an ambivalent sky,/ Moving quick across the ground,/ A child ran/ Trying to catch the sun."
"At three am, everything is different. The skyline floats / on the east river while the emperor looms dark and silent. / Nothing means what it did when sleep fills your throat."
"Where the source is, who that creator is, and what His powers are, / hear all these from Me in brief." A cento as creation myth.
"Sometimes I feel like an ex-pat in my own nation,/ and an outsider among my own people until I remember/ Grandpa’s hands teaching me to scour banks for mudbugs/ to be eaten at dinner, like he did as a kid."
"Stumbling in the sweltering dark / the flash from my phone illuminates / a shadow slipping through my shadow"
“During our visit to South Africa, my greatest test came when the rest of the group and I were blessed with a street performance of Zulu war dances.” Poems.
"feeling your heart beat through your screaming chants, hearing your sorrow through the reverbing stomps, smelling the fear in your every breath, and touching the hope in your gravelly voice" Poetry.
"That's cute that you thought your rib was strong enough to make me / when it is my hips and my womb that have allowed you to be."
"Look at the tourists shuffling through mass / lighting silly candles / dumbfounded and blinky under the tall ceilings of God." Poetry.