Category Archives: poetry + prose

Confessions: My Father, Hummingbirds, and Franz Fanon

Found this hiding in my drafts. I love finding old snippets and notes- like getting pictures in the mail from last year that you’d long forgotten. With the holidays coming up, I can’t resist but to urge you to support the artists, musicians and poets in your life. You can always buy me a book.

little moth / i do not think you’ll escape

If you don’t get Poets.org’s Poem a Day, I suggest you check it out. Here’s a snippet from a new fave. Passage I by Maureen N. McLane little moth I do not think you’ll escape this night I do not think you’ll escape this night little moth * bees in clover summer half over friends

look-see: photos for your poetry

Ancient Theories by Nick Lantz A horse hair falls into the water and grows into an eel. Even Aristotle believed that frogs formed from mud, that mice sprouted like seedlings in the damp hay. I used to believe the world spoke in code. I lay awake and tried to parse the flashes of the streetlight—

Folk Etymology: how kitty-corner, bridegroom and penthouse came to be

Not sure how to spell “cat-a-corner” or knowing if it should be “kitty-corner” I embarked on a brief little journey into the history of how words change as roots disappear and become obsolete as pop culture takes over. Did you know, for instance, that kitty-corner evolved from catty-corner, which evolved from catercorner? Catercorner was a

poem for a skater – 20/30

I’ve been alot of people already and found out I don’t know who I am. Can you tell me. you’re a skater who loved to be hated, wanted to be a lover and lusted after life. you’d nollie so high, you’d clear three moons in one night. shit, you ate three pies to prove your eyes don’t shine brighter

A Poem for a Rainy Morning

Tomorrow marks the start of National Poetry Writing Month, when folks gear up to write a poem a day for 30 days- 30/30. In preparation, I’ve stumbled upon and want to share an oldie and a goodie. By Richard Brautigan. DECEMBER 30 At 1:03 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an