Unheimlich
Although my father doesn’t admit it, his body no longer allows him to work the way he once did.
Category Poetry and Prose Contest
To the Streets
after Gwendolyn Brooks “We Real Cool”
the first time i learned language
lately i feel / like starting over
tuna
our raw bodies will torpedo till we hit shore
I’m A Woman
playing ‘Ice Cream Man’ by Raye.
Girls Rule Summer Camp
When my heart breaks, there is a thunderstorm party and no one goes
Ocean:Wave, Bone:Tongue
Sticky like smoke
in the lungs, where air meets desperation
Early Summer, Late Springtime
For the first time in my life, it feels like there’s no path forward
Pathologies
All the new words are flavorless communion wafer
Latin
When The Black Mamba Came to Rucker Park
Here was the next coming of Michael Jordan