Karma Bites

She looks over my shoulderthat sister, born dying –whom I mocked, cajoledand judged so harshly She breathes down my neckthat sister, I despisedfor her sin, and mistakeshow she always abandoned me She taunts me constantlyridicules my failing waysher thoughts poisoned dartsattack me at my core My eyes are opening,compassion too late“Karma bites”, her ghosthisses as […]

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Sibling Stuff

Brother, angel me, a slow cat growl, he, an ocean blue seer, a son of blushing peace me, the wilder, would bleed self velvet dazzle you cake cool long not for desire, die by concrete crap forgive from belly. (Another poem inspired by the Oracle.  Try it out.)

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Youngest Child

The Boondocks, my sisters told me, was not a desirable place to be – ‘cool’ being the theme of our generation – the line between what was ‘in’ and what was not, seemed fragile to my imagination, mind climbing to copious possibilities constantly slammed by uptight, in-the-know older siblings Is it any wonder that I […]

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