Words
in the light
Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement,...
Excerpt from Postscript #29
There have been more baby ghosts lately with few fit for heaven. The air in the room is toxic. The government feels...
Out of time
He most definitely knew what hit him. His family and friends would seek solace in the standard untruth that “at least he...
A memory I can hardly remember…
A memory I can hardly remember,My first memory?Dangling by a string,So close to being lost.I know it is Spring,The Lilac tree is...
unequivocally
he wakes from his morphine mist
looks up to see my sisters
and my mother
hewn and hallowed
full moon poetryjagged and rawbleeding from the woundsof an ancestral saw
back and forth as it goesthrough the passage...
Doughnuts and Kings
The light always caught me off guardwhen we’d stumble in at 3am with silk screen eyes and half empty stomachs filled with Gatorade...
Tierra Nueva
In this random pick-up-sticks, double helixMelting pot amalgam and gene pool diasporaOf multiracial physiognomy, skin color,And multilingual saga, rhythm, and songOf...
middle ground
we find ourselves this long morning of this long week children of division some of us already know this place grew out of it like weeds in...
