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Category Archives: right handed poems
afterthought
first you hear that boom in the distance your eyes find the sky marvel at the rain of iridescence you quiver inside realize godz alive but you won’t live forever you start to weigh the sins the lies the places … Continue reading
return
i have come home following invisible music without land after losing my name my religion hanging on to culture like a tattered blanket mended many times to hold the stars i passed under walking on the bottom of the ocean … Continue reading
line of old ladies
when i line up with the old women healer ladies the sages hags grammies sorceresses witches great granny medicine women when i line up with the old women with stars falling from my hair my robe shall be shot with … Continue reading
same song
they want to know why my song don’t change it is my song it go where I go been through what I been seen what I seen it by default know what I know it is my song how it … Continue reading
unsaid
you can’t be unsaid those who would do you don’t sleep well they are waiting for the sound of you remembering they stay busy erecting walls between you and memory trying to erase the cause without addressing it they say … Continue reading
Old Men
blue black creased by living gin on their breath underneath the weight of the crush of being born invisible 5 dollar cigars and knowing in their mouths long eyes pained by memory grown in the shadows of years stacked atop … Continue reading
For my Mama
my mama had hands knock you into next Sunday get you right quick she knew what you thought before the thought formed we were instructed to think good thoughts she was intuitive to a point she wanted things she discerned … Continue reading
game
one in a million or one working harder than one million always on looking for the crack in the door lucid dreamer taking notes one more mountain knowing there is another beyond hungry tapped into the infinite growing vision exceeds … Continue reading
lifted measure two
some will not come they won’t hear the drum the cannon roars the air is thin the time is always now marching believers know this they are lacing their boots uphill forward there is no other way never has been … Continue reading