February 4, 2017

i've walked by mata hari

This poem was inspired by a recent read of Paulo Coelho’s “The Spy,” a sometimes-fictional rendering of French dancer Mata Hari. Known for elevating nude dancing to […]
January 28, 2017

a governor's journal

My office is an ode to antiquity, a museum of former sinner-saints: archives of fire-eyed caesars in their bespoke three-piece ambitions. dead, and mostly forgotten. grinless statues, gilded […]
January 22, 2017

if i were ta-nehisi coates

i have no designs on greatness you’ll find, like ta-nehisi coates: just bleeding to survive, tracing screams on a black canvas. mining education before the canary keels. […]
January 21, 2017

political fire

you tell me: wrapped in an american flag, eyes cocked on political fire, what is a non-believer to do? if, of course, i can still ask […]
January 20, 2017

remembering the coronation

Do you remember when the clouds clapped for me? As I processed out on shifting carpets of cinnamon sand, the trumpets cawing paean anthems at 20 […]
January 6, 2017

ezra pound was right

ezra pound was sixteen ounces on: pull down thy vanity, he waged. pull down. and if i’m honest—wracked with authenticity— i’d be padding the confessional to […]
December 9, 2016

god makes man

not far from where i lit the fire, and sunrise wipes the crusty sleep from ember eyes, is a whittled smile so perfect in its prescience, […]
November 27, 2016

gruesome everymen

sometimes we live in the corner of a heironymous bosch painting, bleeding out our liabilities as gruesome everymen (and women). eyes to the strange, on the teetering edge, whirling […]
November 20, 2016

when i turned 30

when i turned 30, relationship became more chore than joy. it was—still is—easier to sit in the lap of solitude, make busy, write poems. go shopping […]