“Our job is to record the human experience however beautiful,
ugly, or indifferent.”

— Asani Charles

2024

Ichor and Paper

Like ankle flesh torn from the burn of a rusty bilboe
I am born by blood and receipt.

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2020

Bottom

Fat-Fat’s on tha block/
tryna cop/ cuz she swear she hot.

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2016

haiku

Then: stressed at work, slip
or fall to get paid leave. Now:

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2016

Sirius

Watery waves above seared asphalt,
I wonder how long we’re to bare this inferno, this burden.

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2016

On hearts and trinkets

One heart that beats for me
each day is far more
sweet, chocolate, velvet…

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2015

Song for John TRUdell

I’m quite tired of cancer.
It should wither away into dust like rotary phones…

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2013

45 (A Twitter Poem) Read from the bottom up

Read from the bottom up

I shared those 45 minutes with you.
Pray for those who remember lifetimes.

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