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!…

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…

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…

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…

Featured Poem | November

I’m Living the Dream why am I so calm at 3 a.m.? my eyes blink once for each passing hour and a threesome left to rotten out the back of my eyelids, left to impregnate the hunger turning my bones to cinder outside, she dyes blonde and mauve, like spring pressed to her lips –…

Featured Poem | October

Disturb the Universe i disturb the universe with mouths that martyr; sunken, sullen, carbonated crowns too heavy to carry me to temple i spy, with my wandering eye, wicked my lovers first plague my Sumerian womb draped like an apron        and the dumb wonder who divorced the globe and tapped their tongue…

Featured Poem | September

Final Game we were married       and no one knew, seven stacks of pancakes versus a german chocolate cake made by midnight, and a long cool woman in a black dress mostly echo. mostly vermont maple siphoned from barns, mostly the high end of your hand absorbing my chin, from pucker to pucker…

Featured Poem | August

I Live in a Vision come steep, come shroud like your mouth       I turn to prunes decay claymation sprawled from the back of my throat towards each earlobe            I live in a vision.   we don’t taste. we don’t die. we don’t flip up our lids and…