Turnt

The Whole Foods is looted and they are all drinking champagne, dancing. All of them will get a cold later. / Riot champagne becomes a term among us that… More

Sedimentary

Years before we moved into the little white house / on the hill a road construction crew sliced off / the hillside edge to make way for the highway… More

The Alien Crown

Kings in the capitol lift capital to the light like massive infants. // No commander will ask a pistol to bend / and obey a demand for late bloom,… More

for mike brown

i fold my knees to a brown god, even // if he exists only for me. Bismilla’ hirah maa / neraheeem. take me home, where i can be a… More

Two Poems by Mark Cugini

A white man says we need to set a higher bar for / terrorism and then rides off my timeline on a police horse. There's nothing new / I… More