Sending Signals to the Sky

  I’ll wear the shirt from my father’s funeral at a reading tonight.   The one that sports a Georgia Continue reading →

Ghetto War Story

Broken glass, bottles flung. Shrapnel strikes the side of a house. Vacant lot, trash dump, needles used and discarded, crack Continue reading →

They Don’t Know About Us

Urban shootings mirror wars on distant shores.   Drugs sales are up. Civility is down.   Can get a job Continue reading →

She

      Author’s Note: I wrote this after I was diagnosed with diabetes, cataracts in both eyes, and a hearing loss Continue reading →

Orlando

“Gay? Means happy no?” You telling me you love a man?”   “No, hijo, you confused in your head, maybe Continue reading →

Where Her Breasts Used to Be

He kissed her courage, he kissed her fear, he kissed her sadness, her deep unknowability.   Because she was his Continue reading →

Last Call

Three in the morning and the bar is closing.   The room has been empty most of the night, save Continue reading →

Back in the Fog of Grammar School

A kid in my class hung himself.   His father found him, cut him down before the ambulance arrived.   Continue reading →