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Shrinkage Native to South Dakota four hundred years ago, they could greet you with a blood freezing rattle— this… read more
Shrinkage Native to South Dakota four hundred years ago, they could greet you with a blood freezing rattle— this… read more
For now, just shouting out gratitude here! Kweli Journal has given “First Flashes” a beautifully dynamic new home in its… read more
As Infections Become Ghostly Rehearsals A coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but once —Earnest Hemingway 2002,… read more
A few old and recently taken photos. Stripped after The Red Pill (At The Kew Gardens Subway Station)… read more
Shout out to Counterpunch for continuing their mission and for including my poem “The North is No Yellow Rose of… read more
I am writing/posting a minimalist-like poem each day until the end of November; & I don’t know exactly why. Shout… read more
The following poems got out there this summer. Many thanks to the editors and crews of Rise Up Review and… read more
Rainbow June Ends, Then What? In Memory of Angel Is the cement surrounded tough oak touching my third… read more
Gorilla Glue After The World News Sleep deprived, I sit bent on… read more
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened to me had I not resigned from the Metropolitan Museum of Art Security… read more
Communication Failure How many have seen footage of a white policeman kneeling on the neck of a near-dead… read more
To be and not to be: That is the answer. Anarchy is ordered. What a horrible year for so many… read more
Yes, distrust labels; yet, I’ll call myself a Nuyorican. Began to get complicated when my first role models as a… read more
The Moon Turns Full Tonight. What Will You Do About… read more
Our River Blue’s Granpa, a dark Paiute, was sent to government boarding schools, that took him far from this… read more
I have read “The Peace Sculpture Wore” in memory of Kathy Chang(e) at a NYC open mic or reading series… read more
After loving my younger days spent in the sun, it seems I have become a moon worshipper now that I’ve… read more
Poets Crossing, USA The… read more
Thank you Writers Resist and Montreal Serai for continuing to move your progressive literary spaces forward during very difficult… read more
What is this urgency to define oneself? I get some of it: Defining yourself before someone defines you seems critical…. read more
I have a love/hate relationship with police—bitter lately. After my experiences with cops (a troubling Alabama sheriff sticks out) and … read more
The Plagued Masked Man Vs Young Buck My Social Security has never been guaranteed. I grew up blind to being… read more
No Bernie, No Party, Austerity 2020 #45 plays, Covid-19 in the air, Passover looming, Bernie stops running—sacrificed for The… read more
You know: Bernie decided, was convinced, or was forced to stop running during a pandemic and #45’s sociopathic world-destroying U.S…. read more
Considering that I’m being asked, like everyone in New York City, to self-isolate because of Covid-19 and anticipate… read more
To Raise a Child With all due respect to the descendants of Igbo, Yoruba, and other African… read more
Uneven Piece for My Online Therapist Our start wasn’t bad, what with uneven asynchronous writing. Yet, line breaks … read more
There was a spike in U.S. deaths shortly after the 2016 presidential elections (not true: just play along for now)…. read more
I have been questioning my grasp on reality for some time, especially the last four years; and this week, a… read more
“The Crying Baby.” Oil, Charcoal, Paper, Pastel on Canvas by Tarasonoio Giovanna Mancini. Who Delivers Who in Time?… read more
Look Out for the Drift If you see yourself in a living room mirror speaking… read more
The Peace Sculpture Wore … read more
Looking Normal in Kew Gardens It’s normal not to think about the homeless mentally ill, until one picks up… read more
Or not… If I Should Die Suddenly You should know that I was far from done; that… read more