I am the son of Mexican immigrants. I am also a Guggenheim Fellow in Poetry.

The first sentence made the second sentence possible.

Don’t you forget that. I never will.

🔶 ALBRECHT DURER
Died on this day, in 1528

“Self-portrait, Study of a Hand and a Pillow”

Printemps sous la pluie à Central Park de New-York !

The best jokes are too spicy for the internet and just make hanging out with irl friends that much more elite and fun 💫

Something I'm learning through all of this is that if you just proceed through the tumults of life with clear and principled integrity, people without as much principle and integrity shatter themselves to pieces against you. It's really fascinating to behold.

I miss Nina Power :)

I can’t sleep without creating a fake scenario in my head

A beautiful Palestinian lad killed 5 Israeli terrorists yesterday. What a beauty! ❤️

I love men.

When my #writer friends tweet abt their chaps — releasing their chaps, reading their chaps, sharing their chaps, signing their chaps... — I completely read as if they’re all asses-out, saddle-weary, zip on suede pants. Fringe, conchos. And I’m like, Alright, then. #chapbook

My future daughter will never know what Frozen is.

in progress

Yesterday I had to do the hardest thing I've ever done. I had to tell my daughter that her father died.

This poem by Anaïs Nin, always:

The blue sky, the wind and the clouds.