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Queens

Have you seen the dark at Wounded Knee? Have you seen queens and kings who sing and act in glorious beauty? I have. I have seen queens and they are beautiful. They transcend with raven hair and coffee toes. They rise from…

Burial Rites

Don’t bury me in a cemetery below the pockmarked blocks that romanticize the forgotten. Bury me next to an abandoned school where memories of younger days mix with decay. Bury me next to a lighthouse wherein the dark light can…

Generations

To my naïve generation, yielding, too inexperienced for truth. Politics, panic, purgatory yet untouched. We hardly know love from lust. To my gullible generation, unthinking, with media’s unending hiss. Bidders buy young minds.…

Ode to Morning

Nighttime sighs her last goodbyes, Sweet sunlight trickles in. I've never moved my arm so fast, This alarm makes such a din. My muscles ache, my eyelids burn, Don't ask about my head. If I must do this every day– I wish that I…