Americón exists in the world

a real, tangible book

Sun Devil Power Clean Energy

A desert poem and some meta-thoughts on newslettering and art-making.

A late look back

Dear, I wrote this letter at the beginning of the month, the beginning of the year, and now it is the end of the month— another new moon, and its new year. Perhaps a bit silly to send this now, and I’m still conflicted on the year-end format, but

Road Rage

Three poems from the road.

Cactuses, climate anxiety and some dancing

The city is an endless strip mall and as the multiple lanes on either side gradually slim down into just two, one coming and one going, the flat openness finally begins to make more sense. The empty parking lots and oversized facades of store after store are replaced by the