The Porch
Reddish-Brown are the screws buried beneath the porch
Remnants torn down long ago, replaced by hard work
Built on the backs of the strong
Stood on...
Rhinoceros
In these modern times, I confess to forgetting, on occasion,that rhinoceroses aren’t dinosaurs. Nor extinct—at least, not yet.That they live in this world, somewhere,...
FACE
My face distorts and dances
in the rippling water.
And a goldfish floats through my nose.
SCRAWNY KID
Scrawny kid.
Lean against your crumbling shack,
And try to paint with...
The Birds Busiest Before DawnNorth Carolina, January 7, 2021
America, can you still hear us? Caged, mournful,what songs echo empty streets after all ballotshave been...
Words I Write
are words you read.Do my words bring you warmthlike sun on shoulders? Exhilarationlike riding a motor bike fast?Laughing childrenwho make you laugh?
Poems...
Indian River
I had no idea
when I threw the mangrove seed,
wishing for brighter days,
clouds prowled over the mainland.
Perhaps my offering failed,
perhaps nothing could be done.
But...
2 teens in sundresses pushing a stolen shopping cart into the Bow River
time’s a runny egg yolk
always on brown toast
honey & oats
medieval peasant teachings...
Settled in the Gray
Dust weighs down the roomgiving an unfocused appearance, yetsomehow adding emphasisto the few items that remain:the soft table in front of...
A SIMPLE MACHINEThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society.
Frayed and wild...
The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
