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...
FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH
The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...
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...
