poem
-
Smoky Water
Smoky water leaves a smoky taste in my mouth like there’s a cloud I can taste with my tongue. There are pockets of fire I can feel in my cheek, the taste of which makes me warm. We all drink the smoky water, let it sit in our bellies flow through us like a river.…
-
a ballad for Juneteenth
with an excerpt from “Lift Every Voice and Sing by James Weldon Johnson” “we have come” a great distance from where we started years and generations have passed since this date made what was then known as freedom concrete. we go “over a way that with tears have been watered” tear stained faces had looked…
-
The Apocalypse is Canceled
What if God canceled the apocalypse And we are supposed to decide How the world will go on What if we’re the ones Who are to decide what world we will create For ourselves and the future Avenging those who died Either for the cause or whose deaths incited the cause What if…
-
why, darling, i do believe the revolution has begun
i believe he was partly right that the revolution hasn’t been televised yet because it’s getting underway oh, darling, look at the news the people are getting restless we shouldn’t have to see people that look at us die brutally at the hands of those who are weak and despicable because their system lets them…
-
The Artist’s Descent
This only needs to be told in four parts I. Before The artist could write sentences better than this She could put together Coherent thoughts Ones that once sounded beautiful Or at least intelligible Before The artist didn’t have to cling to her sanity II. The Rip The world is on fire The…
-
regina
an ode to regina spektor’s early and unreleased work she sings of the gravediggers planting bones in the ground and i sit with my cross stitch pulling threads through the fabric her old songs her young mind my young mind a comfort i didn’t know i missed words that have sat in a song for…
valentine 