This Little Slice of Life
This little slice of lifewhere morning mango melts on the tipof your tongue so used to the tasteof sweet-sounding birds beckoningsunrise, paired with the saltyscreech of the...
Three answers:
Dance is the process of translating interior forces into external vectors.
Dance is a single moment when the dancers move, the audience moves in...
Red Tower
At this height, it looks lesslike defeated, more withstood.Summer’s hottest daysin dwindle, retreatinguntil the sameas any other battle foughtand survived. I believein victory,...
These poems are part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...
“The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.”
– Charles Simic
I too
would be a stone
if only I...
My latest series of small square paintings is called Saudade. This is a Brazilian Portuguese word that has no English translation. Saudade describes an...
Shadow
A shadow always follows you,Hollows you out,Screeching a song, telling youYou're wrong, you're hideous:It's insidious, but it's inside youAnd outside, crawling on your skin,Creeping...
Losing Sight
You were the first person
I reached towards,
A single, shaking arm
Plunged into the thick
Fog of fresh grief.
You pulled me through
The first awful snow,
The first...
