Poetry
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The Potomac: “hanging is not an option”
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.
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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.
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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 Alvearie 