Harriet

I’m sure that most of you are familiar with a few myths of durability which are, finally, fake news. Of course, if you swallow...

We are here to say no. This is a statement of utter denouncement of utter refusal of white supremacist redeployment of the treatment of...

Turn one way and it’s all chatter. The chatter is clear, prosaic. Institutions treasure this particular form of language. Monikered as transparency, it reveals less...

The men that have touched my life often return in ghostly, unannounced measures. They appear after long absences with a note between their beaks....

My lover asks for a bedtime poem, and, as with anything she requests when we’re in bed, I’m more than willing to comply. This...

I mean over the course of this short essay to take a summary look at a particular length of poem, which for lack of...

If I could figure out why we starved ourselves into a mutually helpless tenderness, the stars would well up and sparkle with the resolve...

Poetry is to life as a lens is to light, or as leaven is to flour; as a lens is to light, so the...

Hello: dear reader, gentle reader. Are we gentle spirits?

The first poem I wrote that let me know that I might be a poet took up the story of Yusef Hawkins, the black...