we are here

we are here

i ain’t got this poem in me i got drafts and snippets and thoughts and feelings and i conclude that i ain’t got this poem in me. i’ve wasted ink and pages and time in my many failed attempts to write this piece heads up, it ain’t clean there is...
my motherland’s motherland

my motherland’s motherland

  this piece is for di yutes abroad sharpening their tongues in their mother’s ears, vibrantly joking among cousins, listening to songs played over sound systems, not on their local radio stations for those of wi who dance with recollection in our hips our...