“I used to pray”

I used to pray for the ability to remember. You see, my grandmother turned out best at forgetting. and I remember late nights where she would call out to her husband to come to bed so she could sleep when he had been in the earth for years the details of his death were eased…

Note To My Unborn Descendants

PUBLISHED IN ISSUE MAGAZINE, OCTOBER 2012 The stillnesses of my ancestors are in my blood: The sway of their humble trees their long walks on dirt roads sewing needles & fishing rods. One day, I too will be in your blood My concrete, my playlists, the air and disaster health of my whorehouse heart. It heaves…