Poem: Unbound

Poem: Unbound

:: I feel unrepentant in the face of my fear eroding and tearing apace all I’ve clenched in me since I received these gifts, cold, bone-sharp and blue. Unbound Your emotional quotient is lacking, you say. (Can’t you see the stale wound, the old nail breeding wicked...
Poem: Little Girl

Poem: Little Girl

Little Girl A little girl sits on the adjacent bus, smudged skin, brown-black eyes, hair just like mine. Her face presses against the grimy glass, she is dreaming of asphodel. I’m staring at myself, and she can’t see me through the glass. The buses shift....
Love Poem

Love Poem

:: I saw a tweet come across my feed today that Tom Sleigh is doing a reading a bookstore near Harvard. (I live nowhere near Harvard.) I took a poetry workshop with Tom Sleigh a million years ago at Johns Hopkins where I got my master’s in creative writing. He...