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: Poetry
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.
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,
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The Fem: “Κατρίνα”
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The Voices Project: “Montreal”
I must’ve dug in too deep,
dug my nails in until my heart bled
and stained all over your white.
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The Alvearie 