The Things We Want Most

The buildings stand abandoned, tilt at right angles, shifting sand dunes slow waves for dead boats. Satellite picture number one: flames flicker in empty windows. People must still be alive…

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I Was the Family Dog

Golden fur, soft coat, chestnut eyes, winning yelp – I had it all going for me. A boy, a girl – what more could a dog ask? Plenty of belly…

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The Drift

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Misstep

I’ve been watching you, bird’s-eye view, walking this forsaken street to god-knows-where, walking this crooked street on which sidewalk (northbound) I stand with my best impression of a dignified vertical…

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Better Days

Far way back when sometime the soil was fertile and words were verdant, feelings limpid and young, everything every thing was in motion strolling sprinting skipping on its way to…

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This Much I Know

I cannot say I know very much when it comes to love. Only what I have gleaned from those around me. In the faces and hands of random strangers, Tucked away in hidden corners, Of cafes, bookstores and libraries.

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Black Urban Myth

Our sisters’ and our brothers’ Grim Fairytales from the Hood. Have we forgotten? Or do we choose to just remember, the Happily Ever After. The End: “Yes We Can,” which came…

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On Fire

I lost a battle in my head when I recounted backwards from ten. I feel like I’m on fire, but not as fiery as the fire that stages its satire in your eyes.
Like a play, I lay around acting it out within my own sense of stay. I need my time, like the fire that satires its burning point of melting in my eyes…

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Dream

I dreamed my home was full. Mom and dad were in the kitchen singing along to the radio and burning the toast again. I made my way downstairs and watched them peacefully. He took her hand and spun her until she playfully fought him off with the threat of coffee down his shirt. My sister ran to me…

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