The Fighting Type (A Story)

Not all of us were the fighting type. Some of us just wanted to survive. He was a fighter, Able. Anything said to him that he didn't like, he would make sure you knew he didn't like it. Sometimes, with a simple yawn or stretch, he would make his indignation¬†known. Other times, he would raise... Continue Reading →

Hungry Men (a poem)

  I tried to ignore him and his slithering and his conversation But his words felt predatory And I felt bitten By a man whose thirst was aggravated One who was hungry for things reserved normally for innocence and melancholy. I felt like I had been bitten by a pet I once cared for A... Continue Reading →

The Roots ( A Poem)

This love is messy Us, trying to love each other, while being the remnants of blackness While being the literal edge of an understanding at its breaking point Loving through loveless fathers and broken mothers Loving around each other like we're still in cotton fields Like we can't rescue each other if we fall Like... Continue Reading →

It’s About Time! And I’m late!

Being late is one of the worst habitual traits a person can have. It's plain old disrespectful to show up late to an event that requires a strict schedule or that the planner has put major effort into. I understand there are exceptions like being fashionably late or CP Time events. But there are other... Continue Reading →

For Mike Brown

You are status quo randomized You are dreams undreamed imagined You are regular and supernatural You are a controversy and a cause Boys like you Brown boys with secret stories and Predictability Mean the world to us You do everything they said you wouldn't and you would You make us dance Tip toe thru bits... Continue Reading →

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