snow
“i’ve never seen snow” she tells me i tell her “it’s like dandruff falling from an overused brush, tossed aside” she says “that’s very...
Zeniths
"What do you do with the mad you feel?" Mister Rogers asked I split cinders in fists Grimace at my mental pulchritude I wear the arms...
Marboro Reds
I had just filled my head with cement, grey and cracked already under the pressure of, “Please, please, my parents are asleep— Don’t...
Her
I could write a poem about daffodils. I could. I could write a stupid poem about daffodils. And it would be sad and heart-string-pulling...
Fugue
Doctors said she was the owner of problematic post-synaptic endings, she heard layered noises—birds pecking at tree bark, and picking...
Pansdor
1. The fractal /ˈfræktəl/ is a chaotic phenomenon. A geometrical structure having an irregular or fragmented shape at all scales of...
Black Lives Matter
Is my son next, Is my brother next, Is my daughter next, Is my father next: black boys, black men wonder if they are next, just when you...
Braless
Papa pours himself black tea from the old iron kettle, probably thinking about stacking hay. He says I was bottle-fed cow’s milk. He’d...
The Leaves are Piling Up
against the stonewall siding and the white lattice fence out front. Years ago I would have raked them up and buried myself in the heap...
Citrus
I’d like to shade my sun-dried scalp and snap my joints under this tangerine tree, Climb down from this tall ladder, Pour my sack of...
