The Whiteout, Testaments, and Other Poems
Dreary Days Were what I lived for. The hiss of school buses was Replaced by the high pitched scrape Of…
Dreary Days Were what I lived for. The hiss of school buses was Replaced by the high pitched scrape Of…
Looks everywhere. Smile frowns. They don’t know what to think of her dark brown skin. Is something unknown? Over here…
I touched my red swollen lips. How they blistered and burned, like walking barefoot in a Macy’s parking lot. I…
My favorite pit bull Clarence His savage sharp teeth Protrude from his drooling mouth Mimicking a Lion in starved rage…
Except for being a little heavier The air feels mostly the same, calling for sweatshirts instead of t-shirts. I walk…
Jack Daniels speaks to the broken hearted girl with bright blue eyes and natural red hair— Face as empty as…
Chitter chatter and poisonous banter Of young bloods trapped in a room. A vigorous flutter of papers and pens READ…
Night market like theater foyer: Booths, display tables, counters. Christmas tree starlight winks. Synthetic rose-cut, baguette-cut, Navette-cut stones set in…
An orange light peaks through the window Hatefully greets another day. He pulls the red sleeping bag over his head…
When I first saw you, you were a half-erased sketch in a wheelchair that could have fit your thighs four…