Poetry and Prose

This year, I promised myself I would publish one book, a book of poetry to be exact. It's comprised of poems spanning the last decade and some change of my life. I wanted a small win to keep me chugging along on the novel whose first draft is like 98 - 99% done.   After fighting with formatting, and wondering if I've lost my mind more times than I can count, I clicked order on the proof. It won't land in my hands first. The blessing and curse of traveling is that I have to pa

You knew all the right words, that's what made you so dangerous  A wolf in hipster’s clothes,  mascarading as informed while you kept your hand hidden under the table of white supremacy  Your position at the table always… safe,  as long as you consumed me to patch the holes selling your soul left in your ego  You knew not how to fight for my humanity,  only how to circumnavigate it I was different from the rest, and so were you…   the first wasn't a compliment, the second was

Greeting the early daylight  To shine light on the places I've forgotten Dawning a horizon of hope to chase away the nightmares