he traces the tattoo of Africa on my back tells me how he wants to go back to Sierra Leone he traces the tattoo of Africa on my back tells me how he wants to go back to Sierra Leone I want to ask him how he can love a mother land that chewed and spit him out like...
I wring the sweat and earth from my dewy fingers and flick open my app. A dick pic. Finally. It is a birdsong in the boughs. I gasp. Smile. Spotted. At last. My soft white legs brush against each other like kindling begging for a spark. It is July, hot late afternoon....
The same folks who believe racism only exists in the past will tell you patriarchal misogyny is obsolete and men now suffer because women hold all of the cards. The same folks who believe racism only exists in the past will tell you patriarchal misogyny is obsolete...
I was helping Father____ glue stickers to the school window. First came the angel over the stable watching over everyone Use lots of glue he said You ‘member those schools? I musta been eight or nine before Christmas it was. I was helping Father____ glue stickers to...
This morning I stopped to see clouds breaking over the mountains, the same as in a dream, but clearer, pellucid, light and shadowy at once, light gray, a sweet white. This morning I stopped to see clouds breaking over the mountains, the same as in a dream, but...
A pinhole projects the moon topping the sun onto Portia’s palm A pinhole projects the moon topping the sun onto Portia’s palm she holds the solar eclipse as it holds Monday still we swim naked for five hours in the ocean without sunscreen bare-handed intimacy with a...
Truth has started to call to me. First, as wordless pain, Turning in me quietly, pushing at my gut in the early dawn. Truth is coaxing itself into the corners of my eyes. Truth is running down my cheeks, silently, & falling down the stream of my neck, into the...
you don’t believe your queer friend could do this to your other queer friend. you don’t believe your father could do this to your mother. you don’t believe your mother could do this to your sibling. you don’t believe your teacher could you don’t believe your best...
In wielding the gun the gunman becomes a new kind of compound noun, capable only of indirect action: the expression of hatred, making of threats, rending of clothes. In wielding the gun the gunman becomes a new kind of compound noun, capable only of indirect action:...
Who can resist the chance to climb into another skin? Into myth-spit caricature? A sideshow mockery in felt-dripped-fringe? Who can resist the chance to climb into another skin? Into myth-spit caricature? A sideshow mockery in felt-dripped-fringe? A technicolor...