art opening
instead of a gun
you use a camera
amputees
are your subject
/these poor people/ you say
the walls of the gallery are dark
prints pinned neatly under spotlight
//life under deformity//
is the name of the show
you...
Shoe in the Woods
walking by the woods one daytrash scattered like seashells on a beachbeer cans mostly featuring some condomswashed up from teenagers partyingi...
These poems were commissioned by Day Eight within a project funded by DC Mayor Muriel Bowser's Office of AAPI Affairs, directed by Regie Cabico.
Asian...
Only the Forest Remembers
Only the forest remembersand us.The sturdy, low boughsheld us in our youthas we climbed.The upper twigs swayedand bent in the wind.From...
Alive on Cuckold Creek I
My thalassophobic daughter monitorsmy adventures. I’m known to cross unfamiliarwaters, over my head, with wind, stinginginvertebrates, and at times little...
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...
spend your time
and heal thyself
then the world
waning such limited time
our warming gift
small hands pressed into clay
art but a reflection
the way they once moved
--and grasped
T....
