Words
Reflections on Baking
Who knew the pecans float to the top ofthe pie? Who knew —When a knife comesclean it is done?
While I recordthat the sun is making a...
This Small Skull Once Belonged
I have never felt connected to anything,
not even my own body. I am trying
to remember the last time I felt
I did not have to...
Tierra Nueva
In this random pick-up-sticks, double helixMelting pot amalgam and gene pool diasporaOf multiracial physiognomy, skin color,And multilingual saga, rhythm, and songOf European, African, Asian,...
Broken Poem
There is a poem
lying beside the road, its red
fur ablaze in the morning sunlight.
The spine of the poem is broken
and one leg is partially...
‘So, You’re a Poet’
Don’t read into the title, “So, You’re a Poet,” just see it for what it is. There’s no question mark, no other words. It’s...
All Forms Will Have an End
991 homes were burned into oblivion
On Thursday, December 30th, 2021.
The fire did not discriminate.
If the houses were beautifully kept
Or cluttered and in...
A Real Estate
I live in a borough called Beauty,
at the end of a street called Strife,
and I walk through a glade called Gladness
down a long lonely...
CONCRETE BOREDOM
My heart beats change to a speed I can’t endure.There is only one cure;return to a rustic life with nature,free from this jungle lunacy...
Gleti, After Al-Gharra
I am the siren that beached mariners everywhere,
the daughter of waves and of memory. -
The one who coaxed Samson out of his power.
The last...
