This Wandering State: Poems from Alta

San Francisco has been fugitive for a while now. Everyone who comes here sees part of what they left somewhere else. It's what the 'west' has generally been used for: some imaginary blank slate. It's not blank and never was, but it's been used for that so definitions are always serving suggestions and not always useful. Those of us born here, resident in our formative years, or even of First Peoples, will see something else.

I haven't figured out how to midwife those understandings and I may...