Category Archives: Poetry


It is 2 AM and I am boiling

In the shower, I scald my skin hard and red, like the crabs my uncles would throw into pots of bubbling water, Burns beget steam and I smell my grandpa’s…


Bless this City, Born with a Strong Face

You traveled the rustic winter road: blue houses with cracked walls and leaves-covered steps, street sweepers recalled a life not ruled by dull-eyed sons who walked cocaine-trades and shot by…


Red Lipstick (Some People)

Some people by selecting evidence in the mirror (like a clueless dog) investing in failed architectures (from before the war) sleeping in parental hammocks (with their shameful matrices) souping fear…