will the women bleed too?

    they took to the streets with their faces carved like clay pumpkins mad because the eclipse had come shadow season when all the light turned into  puddles of melted ice   a black man clad in rusted audacity stood in the sacred place on a soapbox made of multi-colored fear that looked like … Continue reading will the women bleed too?

Scarification: Making a Mountain/Man

he raised the andes in my thigh an endless chain of high pitched malice strewn across the scorched earth of my memory there are rivers moving among structures of calamity those mountainous obstructions that go against the view they run to everywhere i am a swollen thing. large through the kindness of enmity still flowing a … Continue reading Scarification: Making a Mountain/Man