Ancestry.com offers me vacation packages to return to my roots, the 38% of me that burns quickly under the sun, like paper: slow and unbinding as the flame crawls through wrinkles. Read more by @poetloz.bsky.social in The B'K Mag, Vol 16, Issue 3: www.talbot-heindl.com/bitchin_kitsch

Thank you @manynicedonkeys for nominating my poem "Dreams of the Dead" for Best of the Net. Check it out here: www.manynicedonkeys.com/volume-ii-is... #poetry

thank you @masqueandspectacle.bsky.social for giving my poem a home. check it out! masqueandspectaclejournal.wordpress.com/2025/09/01/o... #poetry

thank you Arlington Literary Journal for giving my poem a home. Check it out! #poetry www.arlijo.com/post/issue-213

From the vault. Originally published in Pomona Valley Review. The Sound of Music open.substack.com/pub/poetloz/... #poetry

From the vault: "San Pedro: The Place I Live From" originally published in @CulturalDaily7 Check it out on my substack (and subscribe for free) #poetry open.substack.com/pub/poetloz/...

Thank you Olit Magazine for giving my poems a home. Check them out here: www.olitmag.com/lozada-issue... but stay for the rest of the issue. It's a good one! #poetry #poem

From the vault, originally published Cadence Collective. Check it out on my substack open.substack.com/.../you-are-.... #poetry #poem #poetrycommunity

Like Rothko, We Start with Color From the vault Originally published in Cadence Collective by Sarah Tatro Please share and subscribe to my substack. You'll get a poem every week. I'm trying to do a thing. #poetry

Thank you @reckoningmag.bsky.social for featuring my poem "Not the Bajau Yet" today. Check it out here: reckoning.press/not-the-baja... #poetry

From the vault: Breakfast Math Originally published in Cadence Collective. Check it out here: open.substack.com/pub/poetloz/... #poetry

Poetry from the vault, originally published in Pilgrimage. Read it here and subscribe to my free substack! open.substack.com/pub/poetloz/...

From the vault originally published in MixedMag: #poetry

The B'K Vol 16, Issue 3 launches on July 1! It features poetry by Arnav Ghai, Aspen Greenwood, Ayiyi Joel, @poetloz.bsky.social, James Roach, MARIE ANNE ARREOLA, @foreverasheley.bsky.social, Nicolò Potestà, @raynealarcio.bsky.social, Rumi Sidhu Petersen, @fruitbatwoman.bsky.social, Tendai Nombulelo.

This week's poem from the vault open.substack.com/pub/poetloz/... #poetry

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"I Once Worked There" Sadness lives there now, where a piece of me sold for pennies on the dollar. read the whole thing here: poetloz.substack.com/p/i-once-wor... #poetry

Thank you Wild Umbrella for giving my poem a home. Check it here: www.thewildumbrella.com/post/finding... #poetry

Like riot dogs that come out of nowhere, after fences fall, and bite into armored authorities, let us face one direction. #poetry #poemparts

Please get Sweetums, the Muppet, to play me, big-headed and hairy. #poetry #poemparts

when we lose the language of roots that ability to talk with our toes and dirt / trust in each other dies #poetry #poemparts

some say the nose and tongue remember to remember plants, like childhood stories with visiting siblings, where are my twins, plants raised from mud with me, play-penned together when all was young? #poetry #poemparts

my comeback now for everything is going to be: it's nice to see your degree in ______ is being put to use

but daily maintenances— like messes—speak a living love language we work // we are #poetry #poemparts

I'm in this. Go check it out!

or maybe you’re sharpening your sting readying the body to lose a little more of my nothing #poetry #poemparts

While we think we leave no mark as if the weight of bodies holds no pressure, as if the fish and fruit we eat have no siblings. #poetry #poemparts

Like the ends of succulents living on water rations, we have browned, brittled, and can’t hold the weight of us. #poetry #poemparts

Mike Sonksen texted me this list without context, and I started reading it and finding new books to buy/read, but I was surprised and honored that my book is on here. Check out this list, there's some great authors on here: www.msn.com/en-us/travel... #poetry #writing

I’m sure she meant I dream of this place on my tongue. Do you still eat what you do? #poetry #poemparts

thank you Many Nice Donkeys for giving my poems a home. Check 'em out here: www.manynicedonkeys.com/volume-ii-is...

the first time I saw noodles unmarinaraed I thought damn, them people poorer than me #poetry #poemparts

migration is the door behind closed // it’s confusing the window’s breeze for freedom #poetry #poemparts

changed and changed back make no sense if time is a river but I will be here on the shore still / for whatever the most you is when you find it #poetry #poemparts

if I learn to tie without my father’s pirate tongue I fear binding trivial things #poetry #poemparts

my forked tongue’s missing tine was magic it etched organic baybayin script on the air #poetry #poemparts

water in a mall-fountain feels the same as in a bucket one bottom is slicker though making it hard to hold throw-away wishes / much less wade out to the real money #poetry #poemparts

my orange aloha shirt yellow flower petals loop and swoop into draped crevices wrinkles mimic wilting #poetry #poemparts

stop poor kids writing santa instead write to some middle class / middle manager who lingers closer to answered prayers than cold saints #poetry #poemparts

the mirror absorbs absence laughs at the want for more you already lose half everything to eat guts dangling in the open empty feels like flying #poetry #poemparts

So did anyone else think in Gladiator 2 that he had that arrow shaft keistered the whole time?

knowing that absence afterward ripples from the heart ripples through muscle ripples through skin ripples through everything touchable #poetry #poemparts

decisions cling sometimes / when they involve others best sever questionable ones before they take #poetry #poemparts

distance costs less than intimacy so says amazon #poetry #poemparts

imagine control existing as threat so long as others remain faceless nameless #poetry #poemparts

How do I still know what boogers taste like?!

my doc brown / a white hippy who once snorted a coke kilo the band agreed to sell / carried guilt in his pocket a japanese flag his father trophied / bloodied kanji in the empty space #poetry #poemparts

on a golden sea my skin breathes this air better than most I have money enough to buy space   and make the dancers dance #poetry #poemparts

bring back cloaks if only so wrinkles grow stark and long gray hairs catch light glow with wisdom and threat under the hood #poetry #poemparts

I’ve been paid less than I deserved I’ve been paid more than I expected But neither of those compare to getting paid for a poem #poetlife