Poem of the Month | August

Whose Hustle I look like the homeless, in Grateful Dead in unbrushed, in dingy coffee mug and the same native man makes five trips around the block selling silver and onyx, peeking in store windows, asking me if I’m interested I can respect the hussle, but dont make me yell at you about my fucking…

Poem of the Month | May

Rubble Girl   I had written this somewhere, on a napkin I think   “I am the underground”, I say, as I am rubble, as I forget to mention that I detonate into existence to a whistle of bats, the rev of my mutation, I upgrade,   Pick myself up every day, meet my barrier,…

Black Brooklyn, Bad Baby

The cover for my upcoming book. So excited and relieved to have this chapbook completed! As of now, there is no official release date as I am currently working on submissions. However, an ebook will be available in the coming weeks. For now, you can sample some of the books poems at the following link!…

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Black Brooklyn, Baby Baby – Sample Poems © 2018 Seneca Basoalto  senecabasoalto.com  All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law or for critical articles and reviews.  For permissions contact: senecabasoalto@outlook.com  Cover design by Seneca Basoalto – formatted…

Poem of the Month | April

That Song, Like Everything, is About You   You’ve described them to me, and now I don’t know how to listen to music without knowing cock size and kinks. Maybe every song is about you, but it’s not romantic and I’m only slightly more than half interested in the story. I love you, but do…

Publication Update | 2

A poem of mine titled (de)materialize has been published by Glasgow Review of Books. Follow the link and my poem is the third/last poem on the page. If you love them poem, please share this post – or if you have an account you can reblog it on tumblr. Thanks everyone for your continued support!

Poem of the Month | March

Anamasis I fill the backstage with cobwebbed footwork, dressed like a dead end and painted for performance – I fill the backstage with a glare, I pop the top of a can of coke as a leather jacket fondles me with faded tattoos and the adhesive hands of a Brit who swears across stadiums everyone…

Poem of the Month | January

(de)materialize If a woman wants to vanish                   she can Abolish the fetish of skin, to skin, to skin Contact                dematerialize a softened puff That sterilizes her lips, fingernails spreading fig & apple 47 pages of advertisements in Vogue 3…

Writers Update

I am very stoked to announce that one of my fan favourite poems (de)materialize has been accepted for publication in the Glasgow Review of Books. The poem should be featured in the upcoming months. When I know more, I will make sure to update all of you! Also, I wanted to apologize to everyone for being…

Featured Poem | December

Libertine I live in venerable skin of temple, fermented and collapsing, damned and haunted by the eradication of how all at once you existed alabaster emblem coughing and leaving earthquakes along the potholes and sidewalk weeds, you snuff the paparazzi, pelicans and pecans invading chin and belly – a bellow of monologue stampeding the ball…