() Sickly Thestled thickly settled in thistles navigating the surf of the steps to the F train neglecting in thistles narrow margins of sonic traffic in transit between hardwood floors […]
Homecoming That hallway felt like an eternity I could feel their eyes following me Look at my clothes Look at your clothes I am a problem in brown man’s skin […]
As usual, I’m sitting in the kitchen of my filthy apartment where I write all of the poems that I write while at home. Home is a funny distinction we […]
a song about home after Hurricane Sandy.