Poetry
Autumn 1991
Reflections on Growing Older
eye sit here, now, inside my fast thickening breaththe whites of my catfish eyes, muddy with drinkmy roped, rasta hair snaking down in twisted salt & pepper vines braided from […]
Poetry
Autumn 1991
Conjuring against Alien Spirits
for Ishmael Reed if there is something that takes youto the brink of terror turn your pockets inside out, like a lolling dog’s tongue, salivating, in heat, make a screech […]