Always there aretwo sides to every coin.A face and a building. Astructure and a person. Thewords and thefeeling. Currency is a construct andnothing more unlesswe wield it so,and we do. Throw it in the air and catch iton the back of your hand.When I was a kid I thought the next step wasput it in […]

My people originated in the nomad valleys of Croatiaand the warm thatched rooves of Poland.My ancestors speak through the wounds ofsimple villagers and the broken language ofthe diaspora of that land. My brothers are artists and poets,they’re silly with ears as big as their nosesand eyes that play prisms with the sun,with bellies an endless […]

The scent of detergent, rice and roses,tables set with platters of melon like a banner-green, orange, red and yellow,so cold and sweet for the niñosin their patent mary janes andprincess dresses pastel pink and blue andlittle button down shirts with gelled hairapuesto withtamarind spoonsnext to the cervezanext to the limasnext to the salsanext to the […]

It might besomething like the sun in July,on shoulders flecked with melted ice-hot hot heat on baptized skin,which has nothing at all to do with Christ. Lake Cushman up north,on pristine land, wherethe Skokomish tribe reside. It’s where they teach us how to fathersomething likethe absent yet constant presence,the generous and ruthless bane of water. […]

Do you ever care about something,so much that a pressure builds uphot and sweating, red and painful,around that one thing and magnifies it-so that any ebb and flow of energy surrounding that thing,cut and bloody, wet and heady,well you know, iteither gets youstimulant-virgin high orpaints all your reds black,over and over and overuntil suddenly,burst and […]

If there be nothing new but that which is,in tales, in talks, in lore, our dreams restored,Which cast beneath the boot of all we miss,a kiss upon a sordid lip tastes black. Then curling up to paint a mask in words,a master’s tongue monopolizing worth,Among the masses and their tearless eyes,with geeking jaws and laughter […]

I am the spider queen. Have you seen my spindled legsblack and grey and hurt and splay-these legs of mine if you listen they saydon’t comfort me. In this world made up of dread,don’t waste your time to other me,soon you’ll be deadsoon you’ll know dreadlike I and my many victims know Said.Know Promise.Know Intent.Know […]

He want a soft girl with a hard body,He want a pretty face with a blind eye.He want a sharp tongue with a sloppy mouth, when he finds a good thinghe want a photocopy. He want a clean hand covered in sticky stuff,He want empires plural andRome just ain’t enough,he want a hot fire,he stands […]

Cut myself on the thought of you-Well that’s okay baby, hey I don’t mind.Would you believe me if I told youO it’s not the first time?Cos it’s not the first timeI know it’s not the last time. Ripped my heart out just for you,O baby I don’t mind, it’s true-I told you I don’t mind. […]