Black man and his dog

More recently, it’s been hard for me to process this thought, but I think it’s because overtime I’m finding it more and more to be true.  It’s weird, but depending

Three haikus

From our poet sometimes-columnist Cremate me on thesurface of the solar disk,the tomb above me. —– Albums and tattoosaren’t myths or legends; they’rejust somebody’s job. —– What the fuck am

Untitled poem

I turn on all the lights in my apartment.I taste my perfume.I smellso many of my candles.I roll my mat out, and then back up,out,and then back up. It’s gotta