sob L.A. haze allays my heart hurt in a daze caused by a comet [Gone bye]             brain prays to malignant stars                 haywire Moon! align it? for me and him!?!                                      BLAH. AH AH. “I find you very attractive –   a good and sweet person       …

1.  The glass of chrysanthemums —  my mother tells me,  cut the leaves off or  take out the leaves  from the stems with your hands.  गोदावरी – will stay fresh in a vase of water for weeks.  2.  If you look after anything well,  it will show signs of prospering.  In this sense,  relationships of…

The metal door slams constantlywith noisy keys jingled throughtiny holes. Behind the door of hadesheartbeats linger with despair,and held on to memories they once hadto catch the morning sun, Wretched state behind redemption,and sorrowful thought sitsbeside a bucket containtheir own uric acid. waited shamefully for expulsionof colon loose canal which stinks the air,Orange suits unable…

I’m going to be a luchador for Halloween this year.Is it cultural appropriation or not?I got this cool cat luchador mask in Mexico City on vacation.It’s black with blues trimming with whiskers and pointed ears.I was excited to see a Japanese wrestler in the ringTugging, tossing and tumbling around with the Mexican wrestlers.Ten years ago…

Jackson, Mississippi is two hours away from Money, and still, the soil can be heard weeping. Secluded and consumed by encroaching ivy fingers, the decomposing Bryant’s Market has become a sign of the times. A marker of the past. But there are bullet holes in his memorial. And the boy is still plummeting. The body…

Masterpiece- mixed paint (a shade without a name) I am the horned one, the loud and greedy imp I come from pogroms and shtetls and black market souvenirs Yellow rice, plantains, and a Wall Street Latino Old words; old like trees, old like hate Mispronounced faith, stolen and demonized every Jew you’ve ever met I…

Who knew that a little momentYou placing your arm around my waistWould send electricity up my spineHave butterflies fluttering in my stomachA quiet sigh of reliefA small smile fighting the urge to creep on my faceThat small moment was a confirmation,confirmation that you liked meConfirmation that we could cuddle andwatch a showConfirmation that I could…

I am like the mango tree-the center spot for all, I wear my trauma in bliss, My feeble hands craft world,  For am for all substance. We are like the tired wall soiled with mess, Our backs crack up at will, Yet we work for them that own us, Without a fathom of fault. I…

Pa pa pa, pa pa My feet sing in dance under the aroma of your island roots. Your hands craft a symphony from our ancestors’ recipes, the only memory we can bring to this placeholder home. Together, we clutch tightly to the fading tan on our skins and the Spanish words we cannot recall. Home?…

and one walks down West Street in a hurry  wanting to stop and admire the cracks on the always empty sidewalks where all those other dinners, other walks, other cigarettes are packed and lingering. The streets are even emptier after the rain and the paving stones are filled to the brim.  The wealthy residents presiding…