The House That Time Built
Home is where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m going. It is a web of pavement, winding tar, trees and houses and bars, coasting to the car’s low…
Ticklish Scar
A poet doesn’t just love you for a moment. She lets you puncture her skin with the way you feel, lets it heal, and then rubs it now and then…
Practicing My Reads with Langston Hughes
I had to get out of my own head for a while. I couldn’t get a groove with my own stuff tonight; trying too hard and being too hard on…
Two Readings on Camera
I have stage fright. The recording of just audio files was a huge step for me, and, now, about a year or more into that practice, I have attempted to…
Things I Almost Texted You Last Night
I feel the thought of you everywhere. Love matters, and you love me. I love you, so let’s just be. Let’s just see, oh, I love you. You love me,…