Sculptor

Tomorrow I’ll throw this thirst    who sits heavy in my chest—widen my mouth to smile    out his weight. Today though,I lust for his leaden presence,    how he urges my lungstogether like a kiss, the...

the end of the affair

crept   crawled   |   dragged   its   knees   | stabbed elbows into polished   |   wooden floors  |  eyes fixed on climax   |   between crumbs  ...

Cassava Pone

Mama’s quick to crack these brown, hardened backs, snappin’ ‘emand crackin’ off the tail-ends of these tubers, checking for isolatedimperfections – and she’s quick to inspect ‘em, making mad stacksof lonely, rejected vegetables ‘til she finds cassava flesh so white...

To the Coming Cold

As the season stained in leavesbegins to yell through feral winds,I watch the petals fall, each tingedin kisses of decay;like the greying of agetheir colors begin to fade.Reds soften to pinks like the flush of flesh,purples dull like grapes left rotting on the...