i can too easily see myself in sepia—
toes reaching for the dirt,
empty eyes reflecting the sun,
my neck stretched out to greet heaven—
i’ve never been taller.
Category: Creative Work
District Lit: “we and the metro”
—a neighborhood where his father had calloused his soles
on unpaved boulevards,
closed off from the world by Southern mentality.
the train had brought us back downtown,
a re-claim staked at center court.
Last-minute call to support a friend
Was honored to read some poetry Friday night at Wall of Books in Washington, D.C. along with Tara Campbell, Meg Eden, and Grace Pasco for our friend Marlena Chertock‘s first poetry book, “On That One-Way Trip to Mars,” published by Bottlecap Press!
The Fem: “Black Girl Down”
My non-black friends suffer from memories that I can hardly imagine, and I don’t doubt the depth of their scars. But I know that certain stains on my sadness are not shared between us; they are not due to a chemical imbalance or personal trauma. They are marks left simply because of the color that I was born.
My first personal essay! Thank you The Fem for publishing this!
The Voices Project: “On Thin Ice”
The maze of your friends
and their thoughts
must’ve seemed inconquerable then:
it was all too clear how we would crack,
Check out my poem at The Voices Project!
