2022 was a fragmented love letter
Under construction 工事中
Neighborhood notes
The green of color
Salt, sand, and burns
Three things of August
On the wind
Letter to Fina
If July was in peaches—and a notebook
Small fragments
Watch a city disappear
May comes, may come
Of the overgrowth in places not meant for planting
Poems of the palms and other sins
Birds and bread and honey
Press Play;
Here we are, birthday
The city and her aloneness
