All photos by Mary Camarillo

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So thrilled to be included in this beautiful (and first ever!) online issue #24 of "The Ear." Click here and scroll down to hear me read and discuss my poem "King of California at the Sweetwater Community Church" and also talk about my forthcoming novel with the wonderfully kind Professor Shank. 

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Stanford University's "166 Palms" included my poem 'Barren Women' in the 2020 anthology.  Available for purchase here

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The Tab Journal published my poem "Bedside Book Spines in the time of COVID19" in Volume 8 Issue 5

click here to read the issue. 

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Listen to me read the poem by clicking above

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Quarazine published my poem "How to Open During a Pandemic" in Volume 9, 4/20/2020

(click on link and scroll down past the art to read my poem)

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The Bookends Review published "Carolina Pantoum" in January 2020

That's me and my mom at Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in 1953ish

On December 8, 2018 I made bookmarks of "Newport Beach" and "gifted" them to the Newport Beach Main Library. Watch the video to find out where to look for the bookmarks. Music by The Mavericks

NEWPORT BEACH

Dunnells sailed into a bay

of blue pacific on a golden day,

called it New because he could,

claimed it his, for mankind’s good.

 

McFadden shipped out beets and grain,

gave the wharf and streets his name.

Early settlers, profiteers,

proud of being pioneers.

 

Tourists dreamed of orange trees,

traveled trains to swim the seas,

built their mansions, docked their boats.

Their own heaven, their green coast.

 

“Ours,” they said, “in God we trust.

We found this first and we are just.”

Ignored old graveyards, buried bones,

ground up all the coggle-stones.

 

Forgot that Tongva fished these seas

until the Spanish brought disease,

granted land to Rancho Yorba,

sold to Irvine, paved suburbia.

 

Who decides where stories start?

Who determines those left out?

White man sails into a bay

blue pacific, golden day.