from Nature Poem
At one point there was a point. The air was still, I think. The sky was yellow at dusk, and we were like cameos, flushed against the mountains.
Then there was lots of stuff. Like identifying with pinole. Like the struggle. Like love.
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Tommy “Teebs” Pico is the author of the books IRL, Nature Poem, and Junk. He’s been the recipient of awards and fellowships from the Whiting Foundation, the Lambda Literary Foundation, the Poetry Foundation, the New York Foundation for the Arts, and the Brooklyn Public Library. He co-curates the reading series Poets with Attitude, co-hosts the podcast Food 4 Thot, and is a contributor editor at Literary Hub. Originally from the Viejas Indian reservation of the Kumeyaay nation, he now lives in Los Angeles, CA.
Then there was lots of stuff. Like identifying with pinole. Like the struggle. Like love.
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Tommy “Teebs” Pico is the author of the books IRL, Nature Poem, and Junk. He’s been the recipient of awards and fellowships from the Whiting Foundation, the Lambda Literary Foundation, the Poetry Foundation, the New York Foundation for the Arts, and the Brooklyn Public Library. He co-curates the reading series Poets with Attitude, co-hosts the podcast Food 4 Thot, and is a contributor editor at Literary Hub. Originally from the Viejas Indian reservation of the Kumeyaay nation, he now lives in Los Angeles, CA.
