Cloth & Sun
Chaos greets me at the door—
broken things swirl,
dust motes through worn curtains,
a breath before the next bruise.
You coil like an old cobra,
fangs...
Loop
Goddamn those whippoorwills, we wanted
to shoot them, our history teacher said.
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He’d lived in the woodsiest neck of our district
since childhood. Of course we’d heard them
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too: In...
POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...
Odds
Miracles happen: I believe this,breast bared and danglingdown through a table designedfor radiation treatment.The techs push and pull me into position,marks on my body...
Greeting Differently – The DayI will never know the same sunor moonor river flowingFor I will beshiftedtransformed
With every new thoughtidea
I will be newwhen I...
occupier artclasswindow is crackedopen to let fresh air in. outsidesunny schoolyard under
lovely cloudless sky,the kind of blue beggingto be licked and torn asunderby hungry...
There is in the Water
What happened here the history I mean thismean thing there right there the bridgewhere they were lynched and who elsewas there and this is always here Ito make them mean something and howcan inanimate objects say...
SURVIVAL MECHANISMFor a land-grab moment,I am eight years old,A celebrant in heaven.Hand in hand withMy daughters.Glory, elation, youth.Tantrums of joyElucidated by theirChyron thoughts,“I like...
Cloth & Sun
Chaos greets me at the door—
broken things swirl,
dust motes through worn curtains,
a breath before the next bruise.
You coil like an old cobra,
fangs...
Loop
Goddamn those whippoorwills, we wanted
to shoot them, our history teacher said.
-
He’d lived in the woodsiest neck of our district
since childhood. Of course we’d heard them
-
too: In...
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...
