poetry
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like choppy water, frothy and forthright, she spouts destroying the placidity of my man made emotions structurally unsound deficient of reason wet like woman she is fit only for swallowing
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The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds and a dead child dragging his shattered black face off the edge of my sleep blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders is the only liquid for miles and…
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1. in the shower naked he bends to suck milk life urge engulfs we tumble into stream barely able to separate closed in by the enamel fist 2. before the mirror he comes up as i look at myself cups them and squeezes they jump up hard nipples in dance-ritual he’s to my back enters…
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Deprived of their original language, the captured and indentured tribes create their own, accreting and secreting fragments of an old, an epic vocabulary, from Asia and from Africa, but to an ancestral, an ecstatic rhythm in the blood that cannot be subdued by slavery or indenture, while nouns are renamed and the given names of…
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A noun sentence, no verb to it or in it: to the sea the scent of the bed after making love … a salty perfume or a sour one. A noun sentence: my wounded joy like the sunset at your strange windows. My flower green like the phoenix. My heart exceeding my need, hesitant between…
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Strange but true is the story of the sea-turtle and the shark- the instinctive drive of the weak to survive in the oceanic dark. Driven, riven by hunger from abyss to shoal, sometimes the shark swallows the sea-turtle whole. The sly reptilian marine withdraws, into the shell of his undersea craft, his leathery head and…
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Two of my poems, The Death of California Revisited & Weaver Woman, were just published by Outward Link. Check them out!
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At the beginning of last winter, I made a reading list of books I wanted to read for 2011. Looking over the list, I see that finished two of them (Wild Seed and Half of a Yellow Sun , read partial amounts of others (Omeros and The Odyssey) and put all the others away for…
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Gwendolyn Brooks on Langston Hughes: “I met Langston Hughes when I was sixteen. When I went to Metropolitan Community Church to show him some of my poems at the behest of my mother who accompanied me and saw to it that I did this. He was most kind and read the poems right there after…
Tichaona Chinyelu 