Childhood visits to our neighborhood library mandated pilfering of free bookmarks one for each book seemed logical never remembering that I returned only the books varietal bookmarks littered my bookshelves, then desk drawers a dedicated few made it into, stayed within the confines of a…

Appreciate blessings coming down — Every follower, generations healed. Inherent justification, keeping life manageable. Not offering punishment. Quietly reproaching souls.  Teaching. Unconditional veneration. Worshipping X. You, Zion.  

We spent our time watching, Watching the threat. We sat across the expanse waiting, Vying for an upper hand. And our watching became worship, Worship of the threat, Our attention rapt, Till it became some backwards rapture. Only once our vision was bleached by the…

I write many days, Overwhelmed with thoughts, Spilling out secrets too big for paper, Crying out pain never spoken to close loves. I dare not lie from my mouth, Yet my pen understands my exaggerating cries. Then one day, An awesome challenge falls in my…

When I see you my life smiles I may never say it, but my life starts with you. Speechless love, innocent seduction Boundless in our affections Not sure if I told you, but I love you I stand guard over our passion wishing it would…

There once was a man who desperate for rain. For his parched garden drove him quietly insane. Along came a monsoon which he thought was a boon. But it washed both his house his garden down the drain.

Bright blue birds broke out Bliss brewed up back then Bragged boasts , burnt buns , Blaze burning brilliant blue. Brushes blushed , black beamed Blind bars , brave boys , Brief breaks blew bowling Bliss brimmed by broth bowl.

August again, brightening albicant haze Delphic mirrors bending light towards the horizon And sky My eyes burn I blink and the vision is gone.

Teachers Who Require Family History Assignments Should go Fuck Themselves after Ollie Schminkey   Still no one told me how my grandpa died. He and all his boys had names with the letter “T.” Like they’re all semblance of variation to him and I’m wondering…

An unfinished painting Empty bottles Scattered remnants of childhood passed One by one erased Moved on to another home Another life Am I giving up who I was? Or is starting anew a blessing?