Black and blacker
When darkness tiptoed through our streets, we shut the windows, blocked the doors before they knocked. “This night is death”, you cried, “it stabs my gut”. We listened to the […]
Tag Archives: poetry
In the serpent’s belly
Serpent, lightworm, subway snaking under streets and sewers; while we, its cargo, shoulder next to shoulder, sit with faces glued to smartphones traveling in solitude on dreams we carry; we […]
Laughing at the circus
What were we taught as kids, laughing at a bawling clown, the whipped horses a caged old lion and the outraged midget? Was it comforting to feel that just for […]
Confusion in resistance
It’s not from friction of my quill, not from lack of ink or paper, I have all the syllables but it seems I cannot stitch them into sense. It’s not […]
Watching Janet Jackson on MTV
When she danced on my screen it was like smiling at dusk… It kept me from thinking of rain and the darkness of the code I was writing of being […]
