Category Poetry and Prose Contest

penguins have knees

a good organ, doing as it is told with

today the street lights dance

You are everything I want to know.

Gaps between sounds deadened and dressed like a deer
one day from rot.

My people be water people so long
they grew gills

vaseline more high-top fade 

more pomade pressed

Summer in the 90's meant the word schizophrenia did not exist inside my mother

float inside you, fondle your hear

the sand squishes up between 

my toes like brown sugar