On Death and Love

Death is an old friend who has dropped you off in a strange land and tells you to enjoy your stay.  Death tells you that it will come back for you and tells you to not wait up. Death will know when it is time to come pick you up. Death will be so happy …

The Latest Dream

I had a dream last night. I'm not sure if it falls under the category of nightmare but I woke up feeling morose and saddened. I've been thinking about it all day and usually when I dream about the subject I try to forget the dream by quickly falling asleep again and hating myself for …

Chickens

Claudia sat underneath the parched zinc roof hiding from the Sun's harsh caresses. The Shade consoled her body with a soft lullaby and her head started to nod off slowly into dreams of a torrential winter giving her moribund sugarcane crop reasons to live and reach up towards the sky with their sheaths and razor …

Pulling my ear

"He pulled my ear! He was laughing while he did it! I told him to stop and he wouldn't and just kept laughing! His teeth were so white." I watched her smile with her eyelids struggling to lift over her eyes. They were crusted with Rheum but it couldn't mask the excitement she had when …

Y’all ever wonder how I be writing the sappiest shit?

It literally comes to me in my dreams sometimes. I wake up talking- no- reciting poetry. It's been non-stop since last year. Sometimes I think I'm speaking to someone and I, in the twilight of my sleep, startle myself and think "What the hell are you doing talking to them? GO HUG THEM!". So when …

Happy Birthday

To the wind, sun, and Earth. To the octopodi in the sea To the constellations in the stars To the crushed Tea within me   Although these wishes fall on deaf ears I want them to still reach you May you live happier years and let no negativity besiege you   No brilliance of yours …

“I’m surprised by how ridiculous it is and how natural it is at the same time.”

I felt you while I was sitting in the NYC subway. The way you looked at me. Your eyes lingering on every curve of my face. You studied me as if you were in an abstract art gallery. Holding a face that expressed knowledge of me, the subject. Trying to feign your way around strangers, …

On Money

I have a minivan that my mom uses to bring groceries and other things related to her work in our home. Other than those things, the car never really carries much of anything else. When I do take it out for a spin, it likes to die on me. A lot. It died on me …