audience
my brain guides the fingers each a handpatterns sequences of line hardly a chordfor or against and the surprising key change
my eye leads scouts...
Poetry
I take my poem to a laboratory. It smellslike chrysanthemums.A team of doctors wearing gas masks tells mepoetry is an equation with a solution....
What You Owe Me
Truly this nation remains in debtDespite approving the funds necessary to address the ceilingYes, we the people,Bound by a noninclusive constitutionWith...
Who am I
Caramel thickness rich with layers of brown agaveIndigenous- my story isNampeyo’s Legacy fusing red clay with loveSerendipitousMy story is locs of painBreaking...
Hungry
In high school I was voted
“Always hungry”
I was an athlete so this
Made sense
I was also a woman, so, yeah,
I was constantly craving.
My hunger is...
Diaspora CaféMy heart bass and his strength drum goboom, boom, boomnot 808s, but soul stringshand heals and open palmsorigin thumpin’ coursing gospel through the...
Tondo: Closing the CircleAfter Sam Gilliam’s Something is Going On!—2021
In a muddle of abstractiona face emerges—owl, cat, human—no certainty.Should I turn the canvas,straighten its...
The Reflection Terrace at Brookside Gardens
I am still water
I take on the color of thehedge-pine greens thegeese-moss browns thetortoise-rock grays theazalea-breeze pinks thebride-haze whites...
