Diaspora CaféMy heart bass and his strength drum goboom, boom, boomnot 808s, but soul stringshand heals and open palmsorigin thumpin’ coursing gospel through the...
Stem-Winder
We’ll join in protest around favors-spent praising
fate-cakes wherever the green apple leaves.
We’ll circle in song the meandering candlelight
vigil our voices savoring bold freedom-flavors.
We’ll stand...
The Sign
—to Seamus Heaney
It might’ve been a joke, but spoke to melike a blackbird’s cry, giddyand defiant, not knowing this placebut feeling in place,...
To Fall
My father is convinced thata World Trade Center jumper appearsin an animated movie.He claims the moment a boythrew himself off a towerwas traced...
Morning Coffee
shockingly bitter like a friend with a dirty secret
the fun of Robusta is its acridity, acidity flavor brash as a sharp-accented lemon...
From The Adirondack Chair
When young’uns (poets mostly)
say elder
They spout it
having concluded
that anyone over 39
sat a couple of rows back
from Sappho
in...
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...
LACUNA
Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold.
A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter.
Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender.
Hypoxia will...
