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

Stargazer

glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling are nightly reminders you were mother of many goddess king who made him know darkness is not the death of vision you flung stars into popcorn a confetti of love to conquer the boogeymen of a child but not me for months i have stargazed from the bed we now share in … Continue reading Stargazer