Dark-skinned men huddle together   Shoulder to shoulder,   Small smoke signals intermittently   Tapping holes in thin air,   Their blue-black shadows lifting ...

I thought I heard him say, “People move.  Humans move.” But isn’t the prism between gods and monsters  the mere soft Subletting  between fiction ...

Two eyes struck him cold Like snowballs pelting him flush His body frozen in fear, the streets   rising up in him again, shoulders ...

Thank you for your drooping branches, Graying at the stems and leaves splaying Between me & a race soldier’s bullet. I never knew what ...

A Caravan of Mack trucks Rumble on top of scarred divots on Hegenberger Road Escorting in another toxic cloud The Jerry West emblem is ...

The boy passed the joint to his grandfather. A bulbous white cloud enveloped them, Locking souls together by generations: Generations walking backwards, Generations drowning ...

He shook with small blades of grass for a millisecond, like he was slow dancing with a dream.     Our eyes locked misty-white, ...

His black face blurs, melting against the dark, plate-glass window.   He told himself he wouldn’t stagger, Fuck, stand up on weak knees.   ...

J darkness ain’t shit until you see silver outlines of your mama telling you your soul is not worth a pork rump. Darkness.  Hallucination. ...