granddaddy was different. lived alone in north carolina. gradmama lived up north. the mason-dixon drew a line between them when mouths to feed made a difference and love was the work. above and below, divided union men in the kitchen played checkers, drank whiskey, waited for sweet potato pie. granddaddy tied a towel around his waist, … Continue reading Between Old Men
a collection of mitochondrial histories i have named all of the clone energies inside me grandfathered in i call them joshua-the-same in their collisions, sparks occur i am created between the seconds to throb away the hours in memory of men who came before me joshua my gifted skin, a tapestry of … Continue reading A.D.I.D.A.S.
I. In July sun and burgundy car, I breathe 1985 in 11 year lungs, riding in silence. In our grief we bump against each other. This is kindling. This is dry wood. There is fire to burn. She has misplaced a son she never knew. And despite having his location, can never seem to find … Continue reading (Re)Consideration
I. His skin was purplish-brown like a decaying Canna Lily. Sometimes he brought red flowers and they too decayed like lily skin. Dried bouquets of history dangled from the ceiling, wrapped in rope made from my veins. Their petals were flesh pulled from my body to show me beautiful things. On the nightstand sat a cracked … Continue reading The Book of Kelsey
Victor was a demon in disguise who came through the gates singing a gospel chorus of loveshame when my city fell to power. We were a people of one. I met him in a doorway, seated on a throne of shadows, musing. Because his tune was my native tongue, we wrapped ourselves around it and … Continue reading Trojan