A fox ran in the forest at nighttime. It was midsummer. The cool air was pleasant on its face. An owl hooted at the moon and the clouds. The fox crept up to a nearby creek. It drank the tepid water and stared at its own reflection in the creek. The reflection of the moon and the clouds also swayed in the ripples of the water. The fox took a final drink of water and then sprouted wings of jade from its sides. It flew toward the moon and the clouds. The owl prayed in the night.
was born in Anaheim, California. He holds degrees in English and creative writing from the University of California, Berkeley, and Antioch University Los Angeles. His poetry and prose poetry appears in The Best American Nonrequired Reading, Green Mountains Review, Huizache, The Journal, Los Angeles Review, New American Writing, Pleiades, The Progressive, Rattle, Whiskey Island, Witness, and other journals. Gigantic Sequins and Parcel have nominated him for the Pushcart Prize. He has served as an editorial intern for Floricanto Press, and poetry editor for Lunch Ticket.
