wilting treesand houses built on sinkholeslost traditions, andblood lines soaking into the eartheating away at the long-forgotten corpses of our lineagebroken mirrors holding disfigured reflectionsof little brown girlswith twisted mouths and charred fingertipsthese rest on creaky floor boardsand against old wooden wallsdraped in white sheetsbooks with no spinespages out of order and words that don’tContinue reading “The gift of giving”
Late night musings
I was a hundred and fifty-six poundsWhen I met youCould cross the span of an oceanIn one, two stepsFilling up the space of myselfWith all the things I knewMy preference for backwoods And ice-cold Minute MaidProne to spilling myself into open armsAnd rebuilding my musclesSo I could cradle my loved ones
This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece I’m watching my motherFrom my lowStoop/ a substantial womanIn body and mindGliding throughThe clutteredSpace of our roomAround my grandmother’s yellow arm chair,A hamper stuffed with clothesAnd both our desksLittered with papers—stories she wasTeaching me to write inA voice she was urging meTo use/Things she couldn’t learn me byContinue reading “Lessons”
This is a “Weekly Spotlight” feature piece I set first foot here/ On this dust This red earth Lit ablaze by the wide, full moon The one the wolves cry to The old, dark women pray against Howling as if they gave Life to the smoldering ground/ When we were fresh on each other’s mindsContinue reading “Town of Ghosts”
I have beenMany places inside lovePockets and cornersWhere insecurities hideCowering behind thinly veiledEmotional traumasExacting their violent revengesOn young girls.