Finding A Calling

April, 28th 2019 I was indecisive especially with all the anxiety from living in the city surrounded by ambitious people and their fast-moving feet. I felt like I had to literally grow wings in order to keep up, to compete to be successful. So I kept trying on different shoes and none of them fit... Continue Reading →

The stories on her skin

  Where do I begin with these stains on my mouth? To talk about myself    what I have lived I am holding up like a cardboard cut out Melancholy restoration, a standing melting pot of flavor Raw turmeric and lemon   My mother gave me lemons for the basket on my head I’ve turned her... Continue Reading →

Perfect Truth

  I do not want to come to Brooklyn even though I miss you I am harmed by sadness a depression you can’t shake I am harmed by moods from another world I am bothered by the smell of mom on you Taken aback by my father on your arms   I love you as... Continue Reading →

Eve

dear Adam, i eve was made from the bone of man      the flesh of You. created to hold the weight of the sun and moon in my uterus,   to take the fall of humanity, designed in the image of the earth goddess   with the energy of god        to will snakes and trees and the... Continue Reading →

Write!

I got a late start Loving Too much of a late start at caressing creativity          spitting gold into red pots shy dreams Lacking sex shine    almost Twinkling under dust and debris

False Alarm

I am without bare feet Tormented by the banging of drums crazy, as if I’ve lost a child with the sign of blood as if anything that would have sprouted melted into red wax. crazy it never found a home a dry crack in my throat, swallowing tears. today both you and I were strangers.... Continue Reading →

Get Out

she thought there was nothing wrong with saying that they wanted our strength that the white brain is better on a black body ashamed of the dry fruit loops separated from the glass of milk stuck in a sunken place of denials the color of mud country roads of bidding disaster. we fall into cracks... Continue Reading →

Response to Sarah

Dear Sarah Manguso, When a writer makes money, they become commercial. To be a commercial writer is a success that drains all creativity and takes the hobby out of craft. Perhaps it is every writer’s dream to be paid for skill but at what cost. I’ve been searching for words. For years I have been... Continue Reading →

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