Swans of Lake Eola
squat on a stone bench, i watch the water ripple toward the lake’s edge when i notice a swan lift […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 & […]
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 […]
1. how to remain invisible: wear your hair down over your face. 2. all i smell is garbage, but no […]
would write a picture of my dreams, but have learned no words for what i see. so they rot in […]
walking slowly, i watch the world whirlwind, careful not to get swept up in the wild undercurrent of the frantic […]
from paradise to home. to a family in mourning who grows & shrinks constantly. children given. children taken. calling home […]