Poetry

I Want Better I want better. I find this double mindedness debilitatingAnd I am hating the outcomes that I see I want to flee from realityBecause of the way the...

Can I Borrow Your Iniquities? If you don’t mind Can I borrow your iniquities? Since my sins are so much greater and heaven has no room forme - could you...

The Home We Will Remember I am born in the black hills of eastern Kentucky to a young woman...

My little sister is beautiful.She has our father’s eyes, brown.Her mother’s skin—light, blinding. Something in her skin draws meand I look like a confused scribble,a Black mask, in...

Mid-Thirties Toddler, pigtails loosening,hides behind her mother’s legs,two tiny hands around one adult knee.Mother leans down,whispers in her daughter’s ear.Child smiles,tilts her head to one side,knee-grip loosens. I, too,...