Dark Light

Black light, your crack opens out to a burnt smile; That gives honest witness to death’s pure perfection. Within this soft entrance, you are slowly squeezed:

Jamal The Writer

Jamal The Writer Is A Short Story Which Is Based On An African American Kid Who Has A Dream To Become A Famous Writer

Stand your ground

Some nights the ends won't meet, no matter how you make them Unless they're bitter ends One hundred fifty silver dollars can't buy justice Or bring a boneyard back to life Stand your ground

Figure it out

I cannot carry you, I cannot make you free I cannot break the chains that bind you to the tracks I cannot keep you safe, I cannot hold you back

THE FUNCTIONS OF EYES

look at me

The Train Ride

The boy who was seated a couple of rows behind me caused a minor disturbance when he opened a shaken can of soda. But he was only one among many adults on this train.

The whirlybirds pod

Death is it falling through the air Like a maple trees whirlybird pod. Why does it “switch on the wind” mid-air? Right then left, why does it maraud…?

I’m always amazed at the men who’re married

When I see a girl in a bridal gown and she’s arm in arm with some idle clown or a man who is mean or rude or dim then I wonder what can she see in him. When I see a girl with a band of gold

The lost

Carnal pleasures pummel the mind, On the streets, under the lamp post Sits the orphaned milestone

Pages