i it is as easy as having sex, primal and delightful and intuitive. like sex, do it how you want, let them converge in a space or spread...

I felt her inside me, the little girl so frightened, a tear stained face looking around anxious and alone looking for a stay, an anchor...

another black body down. face smashed into the gravel like so many rocks driven over until they become the road; no relief from the...

We were the grandchildren of cigarette burns And peacocks in the front yard. Of jumping into muddy pond water after frogs. Of blessings...

The clock hand spins Rounding the hours Of another late Manhattan night Awaiting our subway Our faces twist inward Drab air bats against...

There’s a setting for every story and a season for all senses. Though not all pages pair with all potions, and not all parchment promises...

1. So many poems were written for you, 2. about you, but none of them with you. 3. You never even cared enough to read them. 4. I guess...

In 1966, John Baldessari burned his entire collection of paintings. The ashes were returned in Nine urns, One URN was the size used for...

…latches onto the nearest passing thought like a leech on fickle flesh. it won’t pry or peel, but remains stuck like clothing left on...

Just when I think I’m done, said everything that can be heard, reached the end of sharing it all Just when I think there are no more...

The pumping won’t cease. It pumps. And it pumps. And it pumps. A poetic heart races with creative resilience. Never changing its left...

Stuart gave David a ride in his cab while still pursuing his lifelong dream creating African American art then bumped into Alan a...