where are you from?from what and why?why are you yellow?and who am i? and are you yellowbecause i am white?if you belong here,tell me, do i?
Category Archives: Poetry
Jesus – Paloma, a man of color understood koev halev, 心疼, y dolor. Born in a shithole, and died treasonous. Is this not the spirit he wanted in us?
what is the time between new years called? that floating time between sunpath and the last pass of the moon? when do you wish, and what for? and when do you sweep the floors? when do you wear all of your luckiest things? and do your ancestors know where to find you this side ofContinue reading “Earth dogged”
Oh, tyrant: this yellow is a kind of gold you’ll never attain – you’ll never glint in a sun the color of your skin.
Wrack and blight
I am trying hard– TRYING TO –see in shades of græy,but all I have isa vision of blinding starlight,and all around it– in lush bolts –glittering darkness.
This is an apple
sour apples – she sliced them for me, a snack – large slices, on a yard sale saucer. tough-skinned and green, no blemish, no spot, they burned their way down on an empty belly. early you learned there’s no puckering no squinting no faces – this is sweet, she said: this is an apple. youContinue reading “This is an apple”