Monthly Archives: September 2022
I wanted to write a poem about Derek, but it would probably be a waste of time. Derek was my first boss when I was 15 years old working at a university pharmacology lab. I wanted to write about how … Continue reading
After I requested permissions, and permissions were granted, I set foot into the cave. The darkness was swallowed by heat and honey, aloe and chants in indistinguishable, unwritten (yet familiar) languages– We spoke in tongues with soft, brittle edges burned … Continue reading
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Love can never be unlearned when it’s always unreturned; And the only thing you yearn, (reciprocal and well earned), is to never feel heart burned. We, fools, truly can’t discern if it’s the heart or book-learned.
After my best friend left, and we were in the clear, my uncle asked, “Is she good?” My friend was 15. I was 16. “Yeah, she’s good. She’s nice. . . Why?” I responded. “No,” he responded. “I mean, in … Continue reading
I could tell you about the wind and how it howled like a motherfucker in my ear with sweet mother tongue music, conjuring those that came before to protect from events soon to happen before me. But it didn’t start … Continue reading