After the funeral Cora had tidied the house, sequestering the remnants of her husband’s illness in a single room. She…
Every Day Can Be Resistance (and other poems)
The price of Two-hundred and one pounds on American/
soil turned this Black woman to wench in no time at all,//
A Mile High in Cowboy Country
I stood inside the Denver airport train beside my friend Sal, unsteady on my feet while on a train that was taking us in the wrong direction, far away from our connecting flight to Portland.