remembering moonlight

i know all too well what Juan means when he says “In moonlight black boys look blue.”   i know those blues. i know moonlight in my memory. i remember being told that hours after birth, my dark-skinned father  took one look at my lighter skin and determined i must be the product of my mother’s sin. … Continue reading remembering moonlight

COV(ERT)19

stalkers arrive when the blood is thin when our rivers are undamned and banks flooded arrive when our bodies are beautifully colored and the jailed up is under control they are small like white lies, like open secrets with mysterious origins we might never know who gives birth to a murderer they are flesh-eaters who … Continue reading COV(ERT)19