While in Haiti for a month, I had my mail stopped and received it in bulk just the other day. Scouring through the many depressing bills, annoying credit offers, and miscellaneous other items that simply weren’t anything but an excuse to fund the US Postal system and our tree slaying ventures, I came across my…
Tag: poetry
(because I was tired of your constant public reminders I was only almost beautiful)
A micropoem – – – I swallow the drinks he serves Like it’s your touch – The alcohol warms me in places Your kiss would have landed.
the way things are
So this is the part where we give up on dreams Realize adulthood means forfeiting hope And helping others do the same. This is where going through the motions Takes over like a venom, Paralysis in our smiles Speaking empty minds from the chamber Of life as functioned by musculoskeletal memory. This is the place…
I was only kindling to reignite your heart
I danced amongst the flames To melt away my flesh Gave light to soul and mind Then fed those too to the burning of our art, See my skeleton pass under the moon These charred dancing bones, the ever wandering keeper of this Fevered, blistering heart Moving with grace and guise Of one with nothing…
tan lines in December
Just sharing a little bit of the inspiration I found on the beach in the DR this weekend. Tan lines in December: Sunrise in my drink, the Silver platter spread before me With a sprinkling of nameless silhouettes dotting the reality Of how tangible all we’ve ever needed Has always been. The hustle of the…
the art of lynching
Many thoughts culminating in my mind in response to the disappointment of the grand jury reaffirming our institutionalized flaws and the recent death of Tamir Rice, the dragged out review of incidents surrounding John Crawford’s wrongful public murder, and the social media response. Perhaps it’s a narrow view to have, but to be white in…
the destruction we bring one another
Flashback Friday – how much foresight I didn’t know the words carried. Set before me a hundred canvases, Call them my calendar, And I will paint your face on the next and The next and the next… Ever you are there: I shut my eyes to hide from yours And your laugh roars louder;…
new poem
A lighthearted call to love against the institution. Added here.
throwback: fire
Fires Under foot Ignite the heals of my heart These words I gave to you No use for them on my tongue now Keep what you will I walk away on ashes and coals Letting the pages burn
some Friday lunchtime sensuality
Warning: This may be blush inducing for only the very sensitive. I generally keep these to myself and a very select audience, but this one just keeps calling to be read. [sweet honey bee] Tell me your secrets – write them on the tip of your tongue and spill them like velvet on my soul, I’ll…
Feature by unFold
Nothing new to contribute today, but I had a chance to login from Haiti and see one of my micropoems featured by unFold. unFold specifically publishes tweet-sized pieces of poetry and they are a pretty fantastic addition to have in your feed if you are active on Twitter. Check it out!
the past hurts because the future is crying for our affection
Walking through memories on paper like an abandoned town Smiles advertise misleading claims to be better, stronger, more durable While a single bus rushes by Carrying self-conscious chatter To rigid exercises in rote memorization Of dehumanizing data sets and the ways society wants us to be. Overgrown fingers of weeds scratch my thighs with eager…
Sharkey Speaks 