Collective Unrest

 

No, Every Rose, Jesuses

May 1, 2019

I’m inspired by hope, faith, and grace. I enjoy riding my folding bike through the streets of Long Beach and stopping to photgraph the allure in the mundane, which serves to help me create. Whether it’s the beauty in a decaying flower or the American flag waving in the background that often seems as an afterthought, there’s hope in whatever type of faith one has. 

 


 

Daniel Romo is the author of Apologies in Reverse (FutureCycle Press, 2019), When Kerosene’s Involved (Mojave River Press, 2014), and Romancing Gravity (Silver Birch Press, 2013). His poetry can be found in The Los Angeles Review, PANK, Barrelhouse, and elsewhere. He lives, bench presses, and rides his folding bike in Long Beach, CA. More at danielromo.net.

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