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Fathering Words

Dec 19, 2022 | 2023 Winter, Poetry |

My poems come from my father’s heavy lifting. Continue Reading Fathering Words

Ocean Vuong’s “Time is a Mother” Is a True Magic Trick

Jun 9, 2022 | 2022 Summer, Poetry |

Once in a while, a book is poetry in its purest form, meaning it doesn’t need the stanza, or the verse, a simple break of the line will do. Continue Reading Ocean Vuong’s “Time is a Mother” Is a True Magic Trick

Void Unfilled

Nov 13, 2021 | 2021 Fall, Poetry |

I will fill the void, having left voids of my own Continue Reading Void Unfilled

Lost in the Sun joyful black fathers throwing their little ones into the air years later a troubling blue sky blankets their world black fathers at funerals no longer able to catch their sons black fathers no longer standing in a field of dreams their black boys gone sunglasses unable to hide their grief —E.… Continue Reading Poetry Continue Reading Poetry

Pity the Nation

Mar 17, 2021 | 2021 Spring, Poetry |

(After Khalil Gibran) Continue Reading Pity the Nation

What a Wonderful World?

Oct 11, 2020 | 2020 Fall, Poetry |

I see trees of green, stoic in the setting sun, strange fruit a shadow that shames Nature, unnatural, some rot Continue Reading What a Wonderful World?

The Battery

Oct 11, 2020 | 2020 Fall, Poetry |

Charleston, South Carolina The houses lining the battery stare at the sea, large windows watching...

Interrupted by War

Mar 1, 2020 | 2020 Spring, Poetry |

When I was old enough, my mother showed me a picture of her father. Continue Reading Interrupted by War

Black Men Are Precious

Sep 23, 2019 | 2019 Spring, Poetry |

Black men, black friends having strokes.
Black men younger than me.
Good men with bad hearts. Continue Reading Black Men Are Precious

Chink

Feb 19, 2019 | 2019 Spring, All, Poetry |

school hallways, stalking his longhair
hippie pacifist
prey: me. He hailed from Beech
Creek, that piss hamlet up Bald Eagle Continue Reading Chink

Running on Rattlesnake Gutter Road

Feb 19, 2019 | 2019 Spring, Poetry |

Trotting slopes of washout gravel and stones on this lane
ascending through dappled birch and pine, ledges
of upper cliffs verdant with ferns
and moss, I scan the crags and drink Continue Reading Running on Rattlesnake Gutter Road

The Silence Is Broken

Feb 19, 2019 | 2019 Spring, Poetry |

A woman in a blue suit comes into a room.
She sits down at a table.
She has blondish hair to her shoulders.
Some of it falls in front of her face.
She brushes it back with her hand.
She is wearing glasses. Continue Reading The Silence Is Broken