(photo credit: Dwan Williams) To be brown is a gift, Not a fad to be worn like yesterday’s clothes To be carried to the laundromat. No, brown is warm and sweet, Cinnamon and nutmeg Or […]
Poetry Archive
Awake.
We wait. On crimson mornings, layers of leaf loam lie So deep they are an ocean of land. A heart is imprisoned in the heart of a tree And only fire can free it. So, […]
told me you’ll thank me some day – language borrowed from 1-star yelp reviews of cosmetic surgeons
“a hung out hexology” by Laura Heckel 1 reality is that i have only seen the doctor once after my surgery and that is because i haunt him. 2 i had drains in my legs and […]
Is It You I’m Writing For
The sage burns, the high wears out; and back again I see I’m not alone… It wasn’t you that I was writing for. You’ve already heard each word cycle back again. I wrote instead […]
Necrophilia, as in Sex in a Long Dead Relationship
With her head on my shoulder, I die. I become a corpse, cheery plank ice sculpture around which she joyfully dances, spinning on the balls of her feet, pointe shoe prop the purple fabric of […]
Quiet
After this I don’t want to sing anymore love songs I don’t want to be victim to this memory it always tastes sweeter in the mind than it did at the time.
“make america great again”
part i. I guess this is where it has been going for a while— back in my first apartment in Gotham, remembering ultraviolence as a kid, I can hear the thumping of the sea, […]
No Taste to Freedom
The boiled soup Decays—since when have we behaved? This sinkhole hits home— hear me out loud: “There is no taste to freedom, like CO2, we burn up atmospheres because, yo, we hold all the […]
as if
as if to peel the skin away to get to the tender fruit inside only to find that some of the fruit is hard as well as soft some sour along with the sweet […]
The Flight Home
Sweet Lucienne, I hope everything with you is well. I can’t believe it has been so long. I still remember driving out of Phoenix at night with Will in the backseat. He was just […]
Rejoining My Distant Parts
Sleeping in a dojo, thinking of Kyoto, I meditate as an entity crafted by dreams. The sliding straw door opens, calm at its seams. Opening its eyes, the entity sighs. Signs of anxiety? No. […]
Tokyo
Maybe it’s the jetlag or possibly the smoke. As we sit atop the tallest tower, I can sense the tinge of doubt. It creeps across our minds. A world apart from the mundane, listening […]
it will be a cold day in hell
language borrowed from one-star yelp reviews of cemeteries and funeral homes I the workers lowered my aunt like if she was a dog, the casket hitting the sides– for a moment i thought the casket […]
Grammar
Letters topple Over the curve of my bottom lip A rusty red bathtub Overflowing Time spills over the edge And suddenly I am wet Soaked in a flood Of ticking whispers Saturating me in […]
a catalogue of six everyday objects
a grapefruit Lifelines trace the skin, cut inside and breathe in the hues of salt, sweet, bitter. Morose mornings fill the physical existence with each bite. Slurp the acidity that stirs the gut, and don’t […]
Spiral
If my ink pen could sing it’d sing to me A love ballad, the sweetest sound you’d ever hear Hums and hymns, like the doo-wop sang by the rugged The raspy high notes of […]
Holiday Poem
Thank you for the memories, you grew my love of karaoke and bread, and I tried to shrink your blood sugar. Thank you for the memories, Disneyland was fun, shortcuts into Space Mountain, electric lights, […]
fata morgana
if i could have gone back i would have gone back but floating army tanks rolled over government agents and snatched a plainclothes security officer from the nezahualcoyotl reservoir if i could have gone […]
Post-Holiday Haiku
Spiced mugs, heavy milk Cut-paper cluttered desk-tops And being driven Holiday Collage by Lori Green
