Tagged: poems

The One That Never Comes   Why won’t You tell me all your secrets? Don’t... Read more →

For the lost songs   where the shiksa cuts butter with a meat knife and the... Read more →

Playing the Part   INT. MY BEDROOM, AFTERNOON 3:43 PM   I squint at a... Read more →

A LIVING OXYMORON I am strongly weak, Mundanely righteous, Happily sad. Dotted,... Read more →

AFRICA WAKE UP   How long will you sleep, Africa? How much longer will... Read more →

Back to Black   Can you still shine bright from six feet... Read more →

Lullaby for Children   I envy them too much to have one. Their infinite... Read more →

Anarchy   My neighbor’s mother was an anarchist I was told who loved to... Read more →

THE LANGUAGE OF PAIN   The language of pain is neither salt on a fresh sore Nor... Read more →

Why Did I Call My Pig?    I watched my mother call her, watched my sister... Read more →