Apparently to be a poet—dogmatic on the outside / and lacking conviction within / is a hell one can leave / but doesn’t.
(poetry)
Category: Poetry
but the sea swoons / with delight in holy purity / but sand breaks the stone / that covers my face
(poetry)
Whilst searching through an unfamiliar room, / the guest against the bedstead sets abloom. / A blemished bruise that raise on his shank pain’s gloom.
(poetry)
on its way to a hip’s ball / and socket
(poetry)
Once, existence was on / full speed, catching rumors.
(poetry)
Greek amphorae sprouting branches in the toboroches / and Dante’s whole paradise embodied in a dragon fruit (poetry)
Cut right in the middle
(poetry)
America ignored dogs
splinters floods tears / the people who’ve had citizenship for / over a hundred years.
(poetry)
dark people mark a place as dangerous or destitute, the word / jawn marks a place people gloss over on their way to DC
(poetry)
Keep it secret, keep it safe:
(poetry)
And not one protection / has come to them / nothing sound
(poetry)
Did I know them? No.
(nonfiction)
Easier to say, there / are too many poets and there aren’t enough rebels.
(poetry)
with an empathy so fatal #21 we have teeth we show them to politicians ✶✶✶✶…
For what do I need / this beautiful key? (poetry)
In the city that some used to call the Seattle of Italy, nowadays you can only overdose on poetry.
(nonfiction)
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