present

there is something exquisitely and emotionally eviscerating about exploring one’s own ridiculous reaction to the realization i am here and not here i go unnoticed but yet i am painfully present i am one among hundreds i appear as other so i am (in)visible i am (im)possible i stop in the middle and they file…

Ardor’s Galaxies

He claimed that he loved her With all of his earthly heart And she accepted this gratefully Graciously Not knowing any differently She thought it theirs was the epitome Of requited love No jealousy only transparency Kindness and equanimity And all was well Until that day It was a most fateful day A shift occurred…

escape

i knock the last of my iced coffee back like it’s a whiskey shot grimace at the bitter taste of the brew diluted with coconut almond milk i got a lot to get done today and so i toss a chaser of water down my gullet not even bothering to swish my teeth this is…

one hundred wpm

at one hundred words per minute only interrupted by the even faster click of the backspace; at one million synapses per second uninterrupted by the blink of an eye does the analysis of creation make the product irrelevant? not knowing exactly the why but feeling the inspiration the desire to extol, expunge, excoriate or exorcise…

natural rebellion, part 4

nowadays, we think we have a choice we mixed people of color choose your own ethnicity as if it were an adventure one of the above, all that apply   *other*   this skin i’m in says differently that skin tells the silent story that all eyes perceive and label and usually it’s one of…

the final victim of a metro serial-killer

he is the neatnik of her dreams, natty in his dark-wash jeans. a brown heather sweater vest over a sky-blue button down and under an elbow-patched tweed blazer. wing-tip shoes. a bow-tie would be overkill, which he clearly knows; so he tops it off with argyle socks and a sharp but casual hounds-tooth fedora.  …

the test

do you want to take a dna test with me? she said it as if it were the most romantic thing and nowadays, perhaps it is no, not for the i’m-not-your-second-cousin-twice-removed reassurance rather, just for the fun of it, the intimacy of swabbing the inner cheek and sending it off in an envelope the ironic…