AMERICA (LEFT OVER) It tastes like leftover Thanksgiving food stored in the fridge, unwrapped too many days after Thursday Gave my thanks on the day […]

I Am a Butterfly I am a Black queer butterfly weakened by the loss of friends, opportunities, joy in America. I am a butterfly wondering […]

Collage Poem After Langston Hughes Who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the obsidian galaxy of resilience. There’s never been […]

MAUSOLEUM A storehouse secures these frail lockets of muscle and tendon, prong and tumbler. Each hip is a bezel, each vertebra a charm, each charm […]