Fathering Words
My poems come from my father’s heavy lifting. Continue Reading Fathering Words
Read MoreDec 19, 2022 | 2023 Winter, Poetry |
My poems come from my father’s heavy lifting. Continue Reading Fathering Words
Read MoreJun 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
Read MoreI will fill the void, having left voids of my own Continue Reading Void Unfilled
Read MoreLost 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
Read MoreMar 17, 2021 | 2021 Spring, Poetry |
(After Khalil Gibran) Continue Reading Pity the Nation
Read MoreI 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?
Read MoreCharleston, South Carolina The houses lining the battery stare at the sea, large windows watching...
Read MoreMar 1, 2020 | 2020 Spring, Poetry |
When I was old enough, my mother showed me a picture of her father. Continue Reading Interrupted by War
Read MoreSep 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
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
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
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
Feb 16, 2018 | 2018 Spring, Poetry |
Remembering a photograph from Iris Chang’s The Rape of Nanking. Continue Reading Because I Can’t Not Know What He Saw
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male bonding for Adrian, J., Christopher, Matthew & Randall i want my sons to know men who...
Read MoreFeb 17, 2014 | 2014 Winter, Poetry |
Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of...
Read MoreFeb 10, 2014 | 2014 Winter, Poetry |
May I be a man. Whose confidence comes from the depth of my giving. Who understands that...
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