Black Mirrors

But when the years turn into a long train tired of its own whistles and exhausted by the stations, you try something else similar to forgetfulness. More

Flood Song

I strike a wet match on his wooden mind,/ stash my invitation behind his waterless eyes,/ and pencil in the first unmarked box More

Marilyn Hacker: Selected Poems

Lines that grapple doubt, written because of the beloved :// when grief subsides, what survives the loss of the beloved ? More

An Oresteia

What are you waiting for? You have your / orders–strew the ground with fabrics, / now! / Make his path crimsoncovered! / purplepaved! redsaturated! More

Voice from Beyond the Grave

Voice from Beyond the GraveHere lie my mortal remainsIn the field of eternal restThe last stop of a transient life with multiple destiniesThe clay covers my icy dead bodyThe… More

Greed’s Prisoner

even the ashes don’t belong to you, his body / in the prison of the Communist Party / so that the spirit-cell you built / without a door without… More

Give a Boy a Gun!

“Give me the money!” I thought he was my homie, I guess not! He fucked me over one day after class. In the store He screamed “Give me the money!” More

Anthony O.: Is It a Possibility?

Is It a Possibility?I stood there staringThinking of what to do.I kept my eyes glued,To the poster in my face.College readiness.It’s difficult to decide,When everyone in my family,Made the… More

Second Guessing!!!

Hagakure (The book of the samurai)/ Caught my eye/ Read the blurb/ Quote:/ “When a man faces 100 men all alone he should not think of the outcome but… More