1. when crime is embroidered on your skin at birth one must take precaution: say ‘I love you’ each time you step out because stepping in again isn’t a basic human right. shame, shame sometimes simple fixes cost more than one Black man’s life – the mechanics of this baffle… still 2. my uncle pulled into the driveway strobing red… Read more →
Rough. This carpet isn’t mine and I know it through my palms. There’s nothing subtle about my ankles popping. I love so many. I can feel my oily, red heart. My clammy, cold skin roughing up an organ’s edge. Sometimes it’s not that I’m too weak to hold. It’s the holding itself that’s questionable. Reposition. It doesn’t make sense. Why… Read more →
A child returning on her dad’s bike kept staring at me until I got lost in the ascending distance between us. It was another normal walk home. What was that she searched on my body. Did I startle her the way sidewalk giving way to the wilderness startled me a few moments ago. The shallow land covered by shrubs bowed… Read more →
Tieton, WA Gunshots pitter in the distance.The cows sing along to their loved ones being put down.Along the service road, the highway, any undomesticated piece of land,the sage puffs up and out, reaching — who can make a little tree of themselvesbefore we’re all burned down? I rely on the wind. It’s blowing the valley’sinsects at my body. Not an… Read more →
I would read a story about a fox who has a very small fox floating over its head. It’s unclear whether or not the larger fox is aware of the smaller one. Or if one has manifested the other. The fox (large) raids nests for eggs that are too large for the fox (small) to consume. In the rain, the… Read more →
I have ruined all of my clouds for the corpse yelllow- yarrowed thunder of hope because nobody loves like an idiot who does not know it is better not to Skorpiony są szkodliwe dla zdrowia zniszczyłem wszystkie moje chmury dla trupa żółto krwawnikowy grzmotu nadzieji przecież nikt nie kocha jak idiota, który nie wie, że jest lepiej żeby nikogo nie… Read more →
I do the work the way You- Tube taught me. Mid-drill, mid-plunge, mid-whack, I re-thumb my password, rewatch my confidence clip, leave nothing to the pros. I am saving myself thousands. I curate a fabulous collection of caulk in the basement. In the attic, four or five mattresses you don’t need to question. I say beautiful for modern and state-… Read more →
In the quarkiest parts of my body baseball is played / never played. I itch all summer to place / never place a hot dog against my tongue, for fireworks to vibrate and explode / never explode and kill / feed the silence of the infinite space above home plate. I smell like stadiums closing. In all my locker rooms,… Read more →
Forever, I asked to not be me, but a place instead. Old cedars, devil’s club– little creek, kneel, drink. No years in the berries, just dusk’s breath of gnats, my Thank You like catkins, deer’s wheeze– here, gone, home again. When one trail ended in fireweed, my saw set down in stems, I sat by the rill and said Here…. Read more →
invisible weaver when asked what I do, invisible weaver. then quickly before “but I see you, don’t I?” I define the occupation. some people’s first image is a wooden loom in a slant-ceiling attic, shuttle skidding warp-weft, shafts synching up down, no human in sight, so a ghost, a spirit, they think I’m jiving. others see a humming fluorescent-bright factory,… Read more →