At East End

East End is an out-of-use African American cemetery in Richmond, Virginia.   They would have yelled at the the shovels If they could But even the poor are muffled well; Coffin technology had come far. There was more life than grief below: The weeds showed as much And made memory of memory.   For those … More At East End

Again (a trifle)

Repetition defeats meaning, they say And the tussle carries on ad nauseum, Like a first sail on troubled water.  Either way, there is a violent release.   Repetition defeats meaning, some say And the tussle carries on ad nauseum, Like a second sail on troubled water.  Either way, there is a violent release.   Repetition … More Again (a trifle)

Window

You don’t look at me anymore Because you’re bored of my stories. Routine just changes clothes, and that doesn’t hold your fancy, So you haven’t changed mine And now I’m only good for the summer.   You don’t look at me anymore Because size has always mattered: Small is the new sexy. The new ones, … More Window

Old Clothes

It’s the first time I cleaned my new apartment. The mess has chipped away at my patience, Or maybe I just want to find some old things Like the clothes at the back of the cupboard.   Neat pressing and creases tell the tale of another time But a thin layer of dust has formed … More Old Clothes