Letters to Sepia
Prison smells different when you laugh
Category 365 Collection
Montezuma Red
A blue door, illuminated by our carbonated haze
Where Life Happens
Because you can name something, does that make it good?
Flying Kite
the crackling grey gloom
But They Never Taught Us Créole
At home we heard the music, held the fabric of the madras
Brains
The highway stretched out ahead forever, flat and dark, like vhs tape.
MUERTO DE SED AT THE BOWERY MISSION
Community of giraffes gathering at the shore
If We Had The Day
The current ripples into our giggles, our laughs
Broken Spanish
the bruise: hunger a home
QUARANTINE BLOCK
I write you this letter on the back of a grievance form.