you are a poet i am a poet we, however, are not poetic.

The smitten are the lucky ones who dream of all possibilities we try to wake them up and they merely smile in their sleep.

Say it. Taunt me: the quitter. No longer the lone Kung Fu fighter in a tea shop, busting out moves. I don’t want to. Not for you. You’re missing the times I fell prostrate Your slaps in the face left then right Come on, you said. Wake up and try in vein. One time someone [...]

This is the tale of the girl who had voices in her head. And they told her things like: you must only be what we have created. You are the disastrous choices you have made. You are not supposed to love that person; he has ambition The voices say: sacrifice here. And: sacrifice again. Please [...]

Once upon a time people knew how to use the phone — not just to text.

But I was afraid to ask. I was afraid they would reject the premise of my query To go away, just fucking go away. I know that I must hold them with tenderness That I must hold this body with love That there is a long list of things That I must do. I kept [...]

It’s Friday morning and the Jury begins deliberations Oscar Grant and retribution and anger burning in the streets: I remember 1992 and the sign “The kitchen is on fire. Let the motherfuckers burn.” She was old and graying and still in the streets tired of asking for justice now asking for flames. It’s Friday morning [...]

In some universe the man is sleeping, not splattered on the wall I know some people – they would agree: It might have been better to just shoot instead of all that gas Israel you have become The Evolution of Genocide

The smitten often can talk of nothing else, despite our attempts to shut them up.

The water is too cold but I don’t care: It’s here, and I’m here and this? Home, again.