Author: rc360
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Missing In America
Dark-skinned men huddle together Shoulder to shoulder, Small smoke signals intermittently Tapping holes in thin air, Their blue-black shadows lifting ... -
809 57th Street (For Bobby Seale)
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 ... -
Gathering JuJu
Two eyes struck him cold Like snowballs pelting him flush His body frozen in fear, the streets rising up in him again, shoulders ... -
In Hindsight: A Thank You (for Yusef Komunyaaka)
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 Day At The Frosty Freeze Park: Oakland, 1986
A Caravan of Mack trucks Rumble on top of scarred divots on Hegenberger Road Escorting in another toxic cloud The Jerry West emblem is ... -
generations: a poem
The boy passed the joint to his grandfather. A bulbous white cloud enveloped them, Locking souls together by generations: Generations walking backwards, Generations drowning ... -
I Barely Knew Him
He shook with small blades of grass for a millisecond, like he was slow dancing with a dream. Our eyes locked misty-white, ... -
Within: Without
His black face blurs, melting against the dark, plate-glass window. He told himself he wouldn’t stagger, Fuck, stand up on weak knees. ... -
Stickmen For The Mausoleum
1. Saguaro The refracted sunlight cut me in half. Unexpected, given the way, the Lord teased with dreams of freedom. Instead, handing over concrete, ... -
John Coltrane
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. ...
