Don’t be Afraid of the Smoke

Don’t be Afraid of the Smoke

by | Feb 10, 2018 | Poetry

The music was an incense And she cried out Don’t be afraid of the friction She spoke of the embers The implicated doubt Don’t be afraid of the smoke Where there’s smoke there’s fire And she cried out Don’t be afraid of the friction She...
With the Old and the New Again

With the Old and the New Again

by | Feb 3, 2018 | Poetry

The below is from the last day of 2015 because my soul needed remindering! Blackbird Bluest Eye Bone straight hair Skinny thigh This is not I This is part I This in part I This impart I Winged creature fly Dragon Fly Dragonfly This is I This is why One of the good...
Thank You Chelo

Thank You Chelo

by | Jan 27, 2018 | Poetry, Work

“My thumb pad rests along the crack in the porcelain that’s been filled in with gold, a Japanese tradition that honors past wounds. I think that if people were repaired the same way; foreheads etched with brass hairline fractures, chips of silver embedded along...
The Responsibility of Open Dialog

The Responsibility of Open Dialog

by | Jan 13, 2018 | Poetry

No Not one Noone Nope Don’t want to hear your honest opinion right now Serve me up some platitudes, please Some straight sycophantisms Not to me, but to the image one would like to portray Of themselves That broken mirror that tells you Yes Screams that thing If...