#3:  On walks during the pandemic   There is a cemetery across the street And when this started, I’d walk there for exercise Before the dead consumed us, these dead stood guard Perhaps they knew what was coming but couldn’t warn us. It was wonderful,…

This body, this ego, this soul – I’m not sure which, but something is rotten. Only the Evil Queen knows, but she’s not making the same mistake twice. She won’t send the woodsman with his pants around his ankles this time. I wish she’d just…

The foundations are rotten They weren’t built to withstand All that they have gathered Corner cobwebs Creaking floors Crumbling walls Poisonous vines But they stay there So comfortable with The shattered glass That they don’t heed the calls Of the architect Handing them The blueprints…

Black and blue these are for you the tried and true will never do   black gets blacker blue gets bluer I stand where you were but never been truer   a thousand shades of color we still look for another we want to call…

  Bunny Love (A Bop)   A hawk stares down on me from high above, I see a dove. Naïve bunny that I am I bop along sunny bunny trail grass beaten down just enough to show me where to go.   Bunny love is…

Forgotten   Here are some names you might not know- Tony McDade Nina Pop Riah Milton Dominique ‘Rem-Mie’ Fells Monika Diamond   Black trans matter lives   Some people say Black lives matter Includes black trans people The “all lives matter” Of the black community…

Saying that the ghost is dead is Unnecessary redundancy serves no purpose unless There is a deeper death for a ghost in A state more than hollow, a soundless crypt becomes The scariest and coldest and darkest moment swallows Everything is more repulsive and more…

3/ bullet blender breaks floating flakes freeze frame shit storm surges surely memories mornings make

They begin days ahead of the holiday snap crackling pops and booms One rattles the windows “How is that legal?” we ask but no one is arrested The difference, an FBI sound expert says, is gunshots are all the same volume, but firecrackers get louder…

The world, as we know it far too volatile, far too long ignited by guiltless death tragically not uncommon finally not unnoticed my city, my neighborhood over and over again, the worldwide video refrain.. They/we killed him outright representing us as community complicit far too…