Legs
legs I wrote down, which cannot / explain how tired we were
Category Archives: The Arts
For Protection
A prayer for those in struggle.
Hard-Fought
9 small poems on memory and loss
45 Questions to Ask While Waiting
A litany in the form of a list of questions.
A Brother Sits Directly Across From Me on the Red Line
and immediately we are performing the arithmetic of aloofness trying to work out which one should be relieved he is not the other […]
Let Me Explain
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 […]
Writing Under Siege: Returning To Best Practices
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 […]
Not All Spell Is Ritual
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 […]
Because You Also Survived
I kiss your chest the dead press back against my lips some are yours some are mine their names escape me one raised white babies one killed babies like us and […]
Apology to a Non-Black Partner
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. […]
Radical Faggot 