They Send Me to the City to Stay with My Auntie
I hang my jacket in the hallwayher apartment is oldmade from shoestring potatoesit smells like a jelly factory.
Against the wall a...
Losing Sight
You were the first person
I reached towards,
A single, shaking arm
Plunged into the thick
Fog of fresh grief.
You pulled me through
The first awful snow,
The first...
This poem is published as part of the Amplifying Disabled Voices special section, selected by editors Christopher Heuer, Marlena Chertock, and Gregory Luce.
Neuropathy as...
Mid-Atlantic Tributaries
Flag folded, receipt penultimate,bridges slumping, leaves rotten, brownedges curling inward, raceunder the trusses, down, downahead of the ice crystals, coagulatingskyward in cobalt, excess...
Who am I
Caramel thickness rich with layers of brown agaveIndigenous- my story isNampeyo’s Legacy fusing red clay with loveSerendipitousMy story is locs of painBreaking...
Visiting Lalla Essaydi’s Revisions
A security guard follows me
while I visit Lalla Essaydi’s photography,
paintings, and multimedia art exhibit in DC,
with close pursuit in latticed space
he...
