These poems were all produced during a Writers in the Community (WIC) workshop led by Greg Santos. They were originally published in WIC zines, all of which can be found  [More…]

I walk out onto the porch.
There is white snow falling
as if they are in a rush to get somewhere.
They lightly hit the ground,
falling with grace.

So I chose to be married.

Under a clouded sky I walked the shore
Tossing errant starfish against the wind