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if you have ever tried to reach me and I could not hear you these words are in place of the dead air still between us. —”Morning Is a Time for Miracles”How many other dark young men at 33 left…
I am a Black womanwriting my way to the futureoff a garbage scow knit from moral fiberstuck together with jessehelms’come where Art is a dirty wordscrawled on the wallof Bilbo’s memorial outhouseand obscenity is catchingeven I’d like to to hear…
Gloria has a permitto change the earthplucks fliesfrom the airwhile discussingrevolutionis taken for localin a lotof different places.
100,000 bees make a sturdy hive ready three days after the moon is fullwe cut honey.Our hot knives slice the caps of wax from each heavy framedark pollened richness dripsfrom the laden combs.Sadiq loads the extractor Curtis leveling the spin.…
Half-builtyour greathouse loomsbetween me and the sun.Shell-smells on the morning wind.You are younger than my daughterthe boy you hold is blondthe moon is new.My sloping land brings our eyes level“Welcome, neighbor,” I begin. Were we enemies in another lifeor do…
January 1, 1989 The US and the USSRare/were the most powerful countriesin the worldbut only ⅛ of the world’s population.African people are also ⅛ of the world’s population.½ of the world’s people are Asian.½ of that number is Chinese. There…
Clean jeans and comfortable shoesI need no secrets here at home in this echoless lightI spread my papers out around me.Opposite alerta grey-eyed lady takes fire one pale nostril quivering we both know womenwho take up space are called sloppy.
Staten Island, 1986First the plumbing breaks down a minor valve slips with a hiss as the first guests sit down amontillado in hand.Between the leek soup and curried flounder an era begins in the basementthe furnace gives upits castiron forevers…
The youngest sister works a dangerous groundmildewed combustiblebeyond glamour or choice she is last seenleaping the dangerous pegmatite under noon’s mercy.Each day she lives a bright ransomgoing away beyond the guilty cut to the border evening hounds baying across the…
I.My face resembles your faceless and less each day. When I was youngno one mistook whose child I was.Features build coloringalone among my creamy fine-boned sistersmarked me Byron’s daughter.No sun set when you died, but a dooropened onto my mother.…