legs I wrote down, which cannot / explain how tired we were
A prayer for those in struggle.
9 small poems on memory and loss
A litany in the form of a list of questions.
and immediately we are performing the arithmetic of aloofness trying to work out which one should be relieved he is not the other […]
When I told him I am Black I meant I am in a constant state of mourning he thought I meant I am defeated I meant there is always something […]
Since the election of Donald Trump, I’ve had a very hard time writing. This has not been for lack of having things to say. Quite the opposite. I’ve been overwhelmed by my […]
walk the house at night and the warped floor creaks testimony underfoot a phantom whispered out in the morning cold waiting to get to work or for work to come a […]
I kiss your chest the dead press back against my lips some are yours some are mine one raised white babies one killed babies like us one went under for […]
I’ve been writing this piece for a long time. I’ve been apprehensive about sharing it. I ultimately decided to because it contains things I’ve wanted to say, and that I feel deeply. […]