Sic Transit Gloria
It must be morning The darkness must’ve fled For I was dreaming dreams But now they’ve disappeared A victim of the light
Invisibility was everything I thought it would be. ————————————————————- A man once explained away racism and privilege by stating, “all races have an underclass.”
Do Androids Dream of Electric Rats?
New York City was the perfect location. Half of their population were already robots. Androids, we can acquiesce. Nevertheless, this densely packed city where beings passed within centimeters of each other without ever touching was the perfect backdrop.
I was born with a knife in my hand. I was a big baby, and when the doctor decided I was holding his evening up, he attempted to assist my arrival.
Raspberry Sangria Pasta.
At seven years old, I awoke to find my bed on soft earth below the house on stilts where I lived with my father. It was the best sleep I’ve ever had. Slightly dazed, I had looked to see a large hole on the floor of my bedroom.
Brooklyn. (June, 1959)
Streets are closed, some silent, others sonic; Start a ghost town; I’ll gladly strike that cord; Empty city how oxymoronic;
The Spectrum of Mom.
Green skinned plantains turning yellow in a black cast iron pot; Shared red blood flowing through our green veins. Synchronized heart beats as we walk,
The Red Flags In Every Relationship.
Hey, it's me Red Flags. I know you want to ignore me. To pretend you never knew me. Remember when he? Remember when she?