old backyard

Where I’m From

I’m from lean-in-while-you-eat and tidy-up and get-down-let-ye! I’m from table saws and tape measures, from concrete dust and splinters embedded in my father’s calloused hands. I’m from money today and none tomorrow, from don’t-be-around-while-he’s-paying-the-bills. I’m from Hot 97 and K-Rock from NJ Transit and mega malls. I’m from little league playgrounds and super wedgies, from bangers and mash and sausage …

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White-Boy-Raps-So-Bad

His name tells of how it was with him. he seemed to be very, very confused. We were afraid that his Irish would be lost, that he would start breakdancing at family reunions while his uncles played the fiddle and his cousins stepped the jig or that he might tilt his hat so far sideways that his freckles would start …

sun window

Mary’s Room

Mirror, I am too grown for you. I no longer speak the language of glass, don’t know how to linger like the particles of dust that you catch in the slices of sun cutting through the window. You have forgotten how to open me up, how to navigate the wilderness that grows between my ribs. You have forgotten my youth, …

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I am not Trayvon Martin

I am not Trayvon Martin I am not writing an affirmation poem I am not anywhere the sunlight goes I am not socially constructed I am not blind to color I am not living in a post-racial America I am not cotton money I am not Katrina I am not Emmet Till I am not wide awake I am not …

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My Name (after Sandra Cisneros)

My name is royalty. Brian was a King of Ireland. I don’t’ know when. I don’t know what kind of ruler he was. I only know his name. We are forever linked in that way. When I was younger, I was Little Brian. My father, Big Brian. I remained Little Brian until I grew taller than Big Brian. Our names …

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Dreamcatcher

a spider spun a web inside my dream catcher and now no dreams at all get through. my slumber is an empty canvas but I leave the web and the spider and its new home sitting safely laced between my dreams. then one October night like a gust of autumn air you passed through the web, slid down the feathers …