Letter To My Former Self

Listen baby: The very things you tell yourself are the very things that are true You like listening to a whole lot of folks but you’d do better if you’d listen to you You’re at a new place in your life Leaving college filled with knowledge But you...

How Does Anguish Taste?

Wound festering with beguiled treachery Finding solace in the last places we ought to be Seeking our salvation from a white-faced deity Needing to jump and shout to feel our inherent electricity Not realizing we’d stifled our power a long time ago Flesh freshly...

CC Antoine Park

Nestled near Hallelujahs and hog maws Between grieving mothers and study halls Can’t tell if it’s Madea’s cooking you’re catching Or if the view of generations past brings back olfactory memories Of shotgun houses never being empty And gunshots...