Really pleased that my poem, "Cashew Moon," is being featured on Remembered Arts Journal's weekly edition this week. Check it out here or read below.
The moon is a cashew tonight,
hanging low like the loose strand
of a mobile over a crib—
and driving the dark road
I am the infant
cradled by outlines of trees,
median reflectors shimmering,
headlights hiding in the distance.
I keep turning back
to watch it,
the nut moon,
the lunatic moon,
the synonymous fool—
hopelessly extending yellow light
to what can only exist in darkness.
There were crevices in my heart
the morning I was born
already waiting for that first night
in which to begin secreting
the soft sheen of breaking mobile strings,
the places light can never seem to reach.