Art by Luiza Vizoli
His name was Tyrone.
Or was it Tyrese? What I do know is that it is a grace of God that the memory of his name was stolen from me too. Stolen along with that Fourth of July night in Billings, the year I turned twenty-one, when he dropped a date-rape pill into my drink. There weren’t any fireworks that night.
Among the few moments of relative lucidity that night were these: Read More
We have a glitterhead in our midst, an Act of God.
Originally posted on Seeds of Syntropy:
Does sifting-through-dead-flies scholarship
to discover yet another quiddity of the matter
improve the world, Read More
[This is a continuation from Deep I]
Poverty and sorrow my allocation
I became a proverb unto the nation
Adorned in sackcloth, I am set afar off
From those who care not for salvation
But you know I am neither deaf nor dumb
Having been my trust and all life’s sum
Forsake me not, give strength to this lot,
Your power to everyone that is to come Read More