If I spell my name in bruised melanin
and ink across this mud and breath
made flesh melt down these gold fillings
into an alphabet of love letters
would you recognize your reflection in me
From the collection Prayer Flag Poems. Posted by kind permission of the poet.
I sent him from home hardly more than a child. Years later, he came back…
So many colors abandon the earth, and go skyward to the trees like origami birds,…
may there be a listening rather than a making curiosity over expectation, lightness and ease,…
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