most bridges don’t naturally burn usually they just collapse under the weight of their own situation or some human pressing . . . . .
after writing my life i edit my atmosphere rearrange reality and her spaces to save words to harness the power of breath to remove unneeded pieces a curator of live audio visual life decor i cut entire sections months and years as stanzas simply deleted like old acquaintances shoes with irreparable holes underwear elastic worn … Continue reading new poem, untitled
the sky can hold me up pull me like liquid life from holy sites next to you in bed rolling nights into dreams waking up by your side cloud eight high off your inseams’ insights into the beginning of life itself take me back show me the path from rivers to hips rain to ripples … Continue reading the sky can hold me up, pt. 1
2018 XABISO VILI – RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS DC TOUR 2018 XABISO VILI #AZANIATODC 4/18 feature performance @ Busboys and Poets 5th & K Open Mic 8:45pm – 11:00pm $5 Details on event page. 4/19 presentation and performance @ Hillyer Art Space Culture Blast 7:00pm – 9:00pm $Free Details on event page. Hillyer Art Space, International Arts … Continue reading RE/MEMBER YOUR DESCENDANTS
i teach a creative writing course for middle and high school aged students who are homeschooled. it's really fun and i appreciate the casual and community focused educational environment. one of my superstar students is a talented teenage poet who recently gave me a homework assignment, or challenge as i call them, to write a … Continue reading my name
i love to say hello hate to say goodbye look you up and down then look you in the eye yearning for the future nostalgic for what’s passed wanna change the world but we’re still buying gas consumer and producer are we making love or am i just a pigeon mistaken for a dove … Continue reading short poem
I grew up wearing nothing But other peoples’ clothes Strangers’ used clothing Bought by my mom at local yard sales At some point, probably around middle school I was embarrassed about my pre-owned garb Thinking clothes should be bought full price at some fancy department store I don’t know who taught me this but it … Continue reading Mother’s Day Poem