If my math is correct then if I write a thousand poems in my head the moment I think about killing myself then the thought cancels out. this is an equation I never show my work for the kind of math I do doesn’t often have proofs I just do as I am told. I… Read on
Atlanta Word Works / all
ain’t no music in the grave but the rattlin of bones the resonance of moans the silence. ain’t no films in the bottom of the lake no black woman tears no time lapsed years no plot twists. ain’t no love between the tread grooves of a tire no finger-laced walking, no laughter, sweet-talkin just dust… Read on
I walk into the place that I used to call home Embracing my mother for the first time in forever But the love doesn’t feel the same Even though she loves me the same I am met with the guilt from being away for so long Dreading her calls when I just want to be… Read on
P-r-i-d-e The only thing I’ve seen Besides lost dreams that can shrivel up like sweat drops Heart stops from slanged rocks Because growing up in a bricked jungle is the perfect climate For — pressure to make diamonds dimmer than stars — that are beyond the world and god Seen it Yet I’ve seen pride… Read on
Willow When I first said I love you you smiled mimicked me and ran away. When you came back I dropped everything to hold your hand while you cried. Man, did you cry! and sing through the guitar scream over the piano and bleed under the blue light, but you reached out to hold someone… Read on
steady six months of watching through the window but it’s hard to see through my reflection the world passes by i hoped to stop it in time to say hello to have a nice conversation — to listen to a song or two. but apathy blocked my view. it just glanced with its stinging eyes… Read on