The Black Professor on Vesey to an All White Audience
She speaks, knows how To handle A microphone just right that can fuss And spit about the present and history. She’s a glass of water that..
The Poetry Cypher
Affixed in Immorality
I do not believe in your sanctity. Even though I gave it to you. On my knees. In the wavering breath of our very first dawn. What a..
Return to the Violent Mind
I am my own razor-blade dream. Slicing. Stripes of bleeding dark across my life. And I know it’s deadly. Dangerous. But it’s automatic…
The Doctrine of Might
Stars are glass. They shatter. Too easily in your eyes. When we touch. My hands come away. Bloody. And stuck with the pain. Of pieces..
Odd Addoration
It’s strange that there’s nothing strange to a child about a fearless Italian with a strong-man mustache wearing overalls and a red..
frigid
cold-natured hard to thaw ice water in your veins all monikers he placed on me but it was his touch that started winter storm to..
Bitch
Sometimes I bark and growl and Snarl and bare my teeth I pull hard on the chains You have tied me down with In order to domesticate me I..
dry bones
like dry bones in the valley you left me for dead but i was my own ezekiel i asked myself can these bones live i didn’t know the answer..
Recent Poetry Selections
January – February
