The Town: An Anthology of Oakland Poets
I was lucky enough to be included in The Town, an Anthology of Oakland Poets, which is the final publication from Nomadic Press. The collection features poetry written about Oakland by current or former Oakland residents. The first of these poems was inspired by my time with my grandmother who lived in Oakland here entire adult life. The second, by fog rolling over the Oakland Hills.
Linked below is the website for the book!
https://www.nomadicpress.org/thetown
Linked below is the website for the book!
https://www.nomadicpress.org/thetown
Highway 24
I will never feel as safe again, as in the backseat of a car at night. My mother drives, she blasts the heater and the stereo. Outside the window, neon runs bright streaks in the window, everything but bars and dinners closed. I know we are going home, so I can press my face to the glass, or burrow in the vinyl. The moon hangs crescent, and I wonder who else the moon is holding. |
Avection
Swells of clouds in buoyed drifts bury cliffsides, Seel the city walls away behind its lights, Convert a vista to a mist that overlays the world. Look out into the shroud, and see that nothing Dwells beyond the curtains blocking out our sight. Feel instead the mix of air and vapors on your skin Hear the muffled sounds of traffic from below Like the sound of seas receding somewhere else. Let that vast and open sky, close for a moment Place the blanket of its night around your shoulders. Held close and cold in the only place you know. |