My mother, the poet, Rosemary Cappello, believed in the power of literary journals, and of poetry, to change the world. Of course she was a…
Ever since my father handed Neruda’s Isla Negra, he has been one of my favorite poets. This used to be a much longer poem, then…
The poem is not ekphrastic in nature. Instead, I wondered what it’d be like to call a poem after a made-up work of art, to…
The desert is deeper than I thought, deeper than thought, that trickster, bait- and-switcher, rabbit snare.
Lately I’ve been feverish, prickly hot and sleepless. None of this work feels like
The birds are talking loudly about the need for reparations. / They say it’s a time whenever their feet touch the ground.
I first started writing this poem as an experiment to try to explore my relationship with religion. I come from a Hindu family, and I was…
I wrote the first two-thirds of this “sonnet of sonnets of another poet’s lines” in 2017—it was the beginning of a time in which my…
A quote from George Bernard Shaw’s Man and Superman hangs in my kitchen which reads “There is no love sincerer than the love of food”…
I have slowly come to the realization that healing and closure are not possible for me, especially when such losses occurred early in my childhood. There…