Poem #17: libra star-jumperlibra libra, spongy and harmonious somehow i am caught between purply-plum & inky-emerald stars dance across my desk planets hum at my...
Poem #16: Phantom GeneticsMy grandmother was light-skinned she came from a pack of godly men and women in Georgia, but she always held her spine like grandmothers...
Poem #15: We Were Nameless ChildrenAs children, we were cursed beneath the oak tree off Dandridge Avenue we forgot our names & everyone else forgot them too Our mothers...
Poem #14: happy new yearsi would never tell you to forget your wounds stardust is many things but it is not unwounded we are not storyless, challengeless,...
Micro Story #7: I Am Not a TablerapperThe handcuffs are tight - tighter than they oughta be. “You’re a criminal,” I’m accused, viciously, on the other side of the plastic...