The Alien in the Alley She is hairy and Abstract and lives on the walls with wings dipped in black. She’s not a cliché fly. She is a jaw-dropping butterfly. A goddamn mighty butterfly. With vivid, godly wings that are lengthy like sophisticated words. She, a spellbinding creature, surrounded by bile… Continue reading The Alien in the Alley
Amethyst; that was her name, and that was the shade of her strut. She’d float down the sidewalk like an apparition, in high-heels sharp like the corners of counters, and force the smell of manually-mashed passionfruit to mingle with the cool air. Click, clack. Click, clack. The heels. Left, right. Left, right. The eyes. She… Continue reading AmethysT
He will always be home. The smell of that apple-scented candle lingering through the vents of the house Shoes with muddy tongues lined up by the front door Red, hot stove burners alive on Sunday mornings Scratches and greasy fingerprints cluttering the worn porcelain bowls Battered pillows covered in drool and old make up Wrinkled… Continue reading Residency.
First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.
She was carried down to the earth on the sun on a summer day in May. And she was carried up to heaven on the moon on a cold, dark, night. She appeared in my dream one night, adorned in a purple dress, eating an orange Creamsicle. She birthed thirteen children, six boys and seven… Continue reading Grandma Faye.
She liked her coffee black Black like the curly locks that drape around her head. Black like the timeless, smooth, skin that hugs her bones. She was born in the thirties. And died in the nineties. She couldn’t get an education, so she made sure her three children did. She was born in Texas. And… Continue reading Grandma Amie.
I just uploaded my first video to YouTube! A short poem I wrote inspired by Ta-Nehisi Coates and his book Between the World and Me. Please watch and share! I am also a victim to my allergies right now, so my voice may sound stuffy and low (I apologize). But i wanted to stick to… Continue reading How to Commit a Crime (Video)
Why wasn't the human body made strong enough to withstand the strength and the wrath of the human hand?
I was trying to kill a fly, then I noticed a cockroach too. Now I am contemplating which to kill, the fly or the cockroach? Can I eradicate both, or will it destroy me trying to do too much? ***Also, remember to subscribe to my blog via email or through… Continue reading Contemplation
I threw away my favorite shirt. And, it kind of hurt. But I couldn't wear it anymore. I couldn't walk around in denial of the red assault stain tattooed near the collar of the shirt. So, I threw my favorite shirt away. Because of a drunk idiot at a concert this summer. The carcass of… Continue reading I Threw Away My Favorite Shirt.