poetry
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Eight Poems
Brown Girl Dreams of Arson Yesterday I dreamed empires are falling again. This time it was under the weight of climate reports nobody bothers to read andonline petition signed with burner accounts. I dreamed America melted like butter left too…
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Three Poems
over coffee. At least I’m good at nodding. Fishermen were paid to take the roles of morticians. Instead of shovels, a line and hook. There’s a bay into Manila that every president jones
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Four Poems
Kwikset That lock we kept on our doorwasn’t so much of a lock as a nonbinding contract I keptwith an outside world only vaguely complicitin our agreement— something we might forget aboutif one of us didn’t sign it every day—…
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Sound kept
“Description is a genre and so necessarily reductive. / What feels important to know is that there are logistical concerns re: theories of death.” OR “Impossible descriptions are made more gruesome in their optimistic attempt. / Up and then not.…
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From “Crow’s Eye View”
Poem 1 13 children book it down the road.(a dead-end alley will do.) the 1st child says, scary.the 2nd child also says, scary.the 3rd child also says, scary.the 4th child also says, scary.the 5th child also says, scary.the 6th child…
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National Poetry Month: Two Poems
Loyalty Oath Let evening winds carry a tsunami of scents to her sleep, and let him with a smile like a paperweight and a craggy face of bark find his way, let the back door of the flower truck passing…
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National Poetry Month: From Of Pearl (a manuscript-in-progress)
Author’s Note: I am currently in the early stages of writing a book-length poem, Of Pearl. The book will take the form of several monologues, which intersect visually on the page and, at times, interact. One of the central voices…
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National Poetry Month: birdBlack
when the sky rained blood i stood at attention. i looked the horizon in its long goat eye. i said there was a time before the air.
