Words
Face The Dirt
I’m observing the frighteningdangerously changing era of anothertrembling foundation,the rapidly turning event unravel...
it seems the...
Things change
Things change, always. You wrote this in my yearbook. I stumbled upon it last week. In the heart of the fire is a cheap...
Summer Time
I can’t think about summer enough.
The gooey melancholy warm inside me like
FAT Krinkle-Kut French Fries dipped in ketchup
In between pool games and juke box...
Love letter to the corn dog at River and Woods
A bite into you
is a bite into late backyard nights
where summer breezes bring you
the scents of swaying cornfields
and the laughter of friends
and the...
When I Was
When I was a rock
I knew patience
and slowly,
my sharp edges
became smooth
While tree
I knew squirrels,
...
Stories from the Marsh Land
Woven stories from the marsh land.A baptism of fire erupts in your eyes.A first day built of sweat and smoke and bomb craters.Where did...
quarantined thoughts
i had my thoughts in quarantine but somehow they got out and now they’re loose on the town and moving aboutand if you feel anxious you best keep...
Turnaround
One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime—
From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...
If I could fight
Dear diary,
I felt a new emotion
after weeks on end
of nothing but fatigue;
it was hatred
for the human race
It's been getting worse
after coming so...
Landscape, Mid-Consequence
The oft-oppressive miracles
of the combustion engine beckon
from whiny highways of a degradation
we must call fair
An asymmetrical face
appears in the exhaust drift
between the taillight and...
The Studio
My mind is unwritten musicAnd a million notes played at once:A blank stave overflowing.And in this chaotic emptinessLies the melody that seeks to be...
