squat on a stone bench, i watch the water ripple toward the lake’s edge when i notice a swan lift […]
in the back of a stone room, windowless & cold, air stale & heavy as iron, a man leans his […]
i have nothing to offer, but pieces of my mind, which together reflect, merely, the parts of you.
raised in the clover’s shadow, kids dawned pins like fashion pieces, accessorizing their hats, bags, etc. with the ghosts of […]
shoes off, eyes open, man sits silent as a stone wall, dreaming down at the book in front of him […]
i drift only to find my way back to you who bulges & begs for attention in my pocket. who […]
there is much more space on a page than obvious she & i would discover, on the shared corner of […]
sifting through forgotten photographs with nana we stumble upon a buried love-gem, some dusty moment two decades gone. in it […]
kenwood. [up.] mighty attempt, “chips? lucky charms?” [“diit! diit! diit! diit! f*** is up n***a!?”] “coded infant banter,” stifled by […]
man beats his son over the head for years with “the niggers this” & “the niggers that.” same way his […]
sprawled on the grit floor of downtown crossing station, the pungent odor of flavorless vodka snatches me from my lonesome […]
follow your dreams into a back alley & stab them in the back. kill them before they kill you.
how would our mothers feel if they knew we considered their defilement a gift birthing tones worthy of praise & […]
i was born into quicksand sinking slow, back into the darkness which birthed me, struggling only to sink faster. find […]
my scribble cannot keep with the electric current cascading past my pupil. & so it is scattered among the storm— […]
warning! this poem is repetitive rhythmless clumsy soul with two left feet backward, downside-up, outside-in third eye’s bullet acidic 90 […]