I’m pleased to announce that I have two poems appearing in the Winter 2018 issue of the Borderlands Texas Poetry Review. The poems featured are “Fulshear Farms, December 2016” and “oughtism (22)”. Fortunately, even if you don’t like my poetry, there are a plethora of other talented writer featured in this issue. Purchase link here. Continue reading
Singing in the Rain:
“it’s not vulgar, just
kind of rapey,” says Carlos,
precarious, with his dark
pretty eyes, and there
is some murmur of
agreement. Continue reading
I am no longer jealous of the boys
you chose over me; instead
I drink in the sound of your laughter
strung to me on a wire, your kind
velcro voice, the way you
baby-talk to me, and I focus
on the fact that you are happy. Continue reading
Our conversations, like a mirror
purring at itself, like unrolling two
yards of crackling aluminium foil and
slowly twisting it into a coiled silver
snake, like ordering something fragile
just for the sake of getting to pop
the bubble wrap: briefly satisfying and
wasteful. Continue reading
This time, I will not put myself
through the paces of disappointment.
Here, the sky turns pink,
a rosy, sleepy lavender
and makes the red dirt seem
I think of you, and the dirt
beneath your feet, how it reaches
up to claim you.
You don’t have to be good.
You only have to come and walk
with me through the late day,
our shoes pushing the brown leaves aside,
our voices low in the gathering dusk.
from you we have come to expect only
the semi-languid espousement
of revolutionary psalms and
you are still hailed as the black messiah. Continue reading
(such as when I look at you),
I wish I could reach
a hand into my chest,
squeeze, and menace dearly:
“Be still my fucking heart.” Continue reading
your picture goes up on the wall.
your picture goes down on the wall.
(get your mind out of the gutter.) Continue reading
The first cool day of the season comes
in early September, and the single dim hour
before dawn sees me rise and ask
a simple task of my sleep-laden limbs:
let’s go running.
their mouths hold nothing
not even air: Continue reading