September 1, 2020
[Introduction]
“When a Black man dies, I go looking for him inside the body of another Black / man” writes Starr Davis to begin her poem “Mourning Sex.” And I wanted […]
September 1, 2020
‘what’s that fuss?’ 1979 (for donnell)
invocation barry farms say what now barry farms say what now high top fades & hawaiian shirts. howard theater. hot street tapes clearer than boomers off the board. who wants […]
September 1, 2020
{#289-128} Property of the State
: Unreliable Narrator distractions ring apparent: gate, iron, cement, gun, dog, division by categorization — race is a factor manipulated because you cannot depend on distracted recall inside delusions of the […]
September 1, 2020
Something about Failure
I was going to write something about failure but then I couldn’t figure out what it was, only a feeling, perhaps something brought in through the open kitchen window, with […]
September 1, 2020
Golden Corral
Let them come, the seven sisters with their mama and their seven squealing sons, the priest staring enraptured at his plate of crab legs. The black and white folks, with […]
September 1, 2020
{#289-128} Property of the State
: Quiet Before the Storm in the Dayroom stainless steel tables with stop sign seats hold dominoes, checkers, playing cards alongside a group of old heads studying not the bible […]
September 1, 2020
{#289-128} Property of the State
: How to Become the Invisible Man names must be on the list but no one will visit today including children over twelve. friends dissipated first at roxbury weekdays are […]
September 1, 2020
Michael Moses Ward Has Drowned
September 20, 2013 Above a sea and its salt. inside the heat and the laughing top forties blown speaker and white tile display of infinity pool through the glass of […]
September 1, 2020
Origin of the Mapping System
I was potentially everything. a glass atlas — my legend bled dry with the clean cut of a knife. no: I have never scorched my body in search of warmth. I […]
September 1, 2020
Fragment 107
“Do I long for my virginity?” Sappho asks from the fragments, From the sun-bright blades and horns of dawn clattering on the floor, From inside a tomb, her office now […]
September 1, 2020
Reading Augustine on the Elliptical
Thin as a filament and similarly inside a sphere of purpose her burn enables, she picks up her littlest with one sharply modern arm, one-hands from the third-hand van a […]
September 1, 2020
Sandra Bland, Texas
On the highway home last night you reappeared to me opposite where I was headed, so tell me, was it a cigarette that bothered your jailer so? (They let me […]