"'Mira, tu Papa is on TV, ' says a mother, coaxing her boy to imagine that Erik Estrada is his father. 'Our time together-episodes / rerun is never real, only instances / of his dark, oily hair mirroring mine / as I peddle closer, reach out, / trace the round static of his face.' Wow. It's a heartwrenching moment that broke me. On Display is moving art, the poet's craft up to the task."
-Francisco Aragn, Final Judge, Alta California Prize
"'Mira, tu Papa is on TV, ' says a mother, coaxing her boy to imagine that Erik Estrada is his father. 'Our time together-episodes / rerun is never real, only instances / of his dark, oily hair mirroring mine / as I peddle closer, reach out, / trace the round static of his face.' Wow. It's a heartwrenching moment that broke me. On Display is moving art, the poet's craft up to the task."
-Francisco Aragn, Final Judge, Alta California Prize