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messy girl

I’m a messy girl in a messy room. To be fair, I live in a very messy country. Place. I don’t like to say country. Gives this place too much credit. This place could change, and become a country. A nation of nations to redeem the land and the people. Just like I could cleanContinue reading “messy girl”

The Human Zoos of Modernity

Greetings! Following the writing of Dionne Brand in The Blue Clerk, I recently wrote a piece about the human zoos of modernity for the Berkeley Journal of Gender, Law and Justice (where I’m an articles editor). Click the link here to read Part I. Parts II and III will be coming out later this week.

here come the coyote

here come the coyotedown the mountainsidehere come the coyotesee them stridehere come the coyote down the little hillhere come the coyotesee how they chillsee how they play in the past or todaymirrors of our future pastcoyote is really a gascoyote is really a screamawoooioooiooiooooooosee what i mean?

short shanty

i started taking no thing for grantedgee how my life has loosened up!perhaps my first view was slantedyr wiser when yr not a pup!

first try tang poem in honor of june jordan

tree can mulch bird swingcoyote bottle seat word wingcar kick squack sky snatchlighter fluid good-bye catch

sunset blvd east

i wanna be adoredby multiple niggasat the same timenext question.feeling alivenever crossed my mindnow that you askonly two more stopsthree more flightsfive more mouths to feed and then BEDthe stupid yellow string isn’t workingthe stupid yellow string isn’t working hm hmm. hmhm hm uh uhspider bite tree apple sauce flee8 pm already god damn godContinue reading “sunset blvd east”

letter to a friend #2

I see you at the grocery store the other day, give you a hug and kiss and you tell me that you miss me. Finally, I have the courage to tell myself that I don’t believe you. The fact is, we are not good for each other and never have been. And maybe you areContinue reading “letter to a friend #2”

canstand

can’t stand manufacture of hand make with the hand maid so go some place new to feel real a gain can stand make model of you in youth can stand to make tippie toes

poem for my loves

you already know what it isso i don’t gotta let you know thati say your name like a prayer every nightyou already seen what it’s aboutso no use cluing you incounting the breaths til we meet again you’ve got the gist so i won’t bore you with the details of how much i missed youContinue reading “poem for my loves”