Electric company

 When the power goes off 

in the mountains

we snuggled close, letting the

electricity of bodies light up 

the room brighter 

than any fire ever could 

—

April PAD day 11 - powered 

Heart of glass

 When they tell you 

to make art of your pain

they don’t tell you

that you’re going to feel it

so deeply that it

rewrites your insides 

like doodles

on scraps of paper

that harden into glass and scrape

your insides raw red

that each of those glass shards 

are pieces of a 

shattered heart 

that you can’t quite

remember the shape of

that your fingers will bleed on 

each hard edge wiggled 

into place 

in this miserable mosaic 

that breathes with the artist’s breath 

just barely 

— 

April PAD day 8 - “they never tell you” poem

Blank slate

I took your words as 

promises, as plans, 

but they were just possibilities 

—

April PAD Day 6 - a blank poem 

Captivated

Catching up with you is 

like catching butterflies

elusive and brief but beautiful 

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April PAD day 4 - “catch up” poem 

If my life is like a tree

have I let myself 

be rooted in the 

shade of others? 

Have I turned my leaves 

toward any shiny object 

mistaking it for sun? 

Do the twists and turns 

of my journey 

gnarl like an oak 

or splay to the sides 

like a cedar 

solid trunk and 

feathery fronds

facing the sky

entrancing strangers 

with the fragrant tales 

of a life that has

weathered sun 

and storms 

bark rough 

patterned like henna 

with a story all 

it’s own

—

April PAD day 3 - a smell poem 

Rooted

when autumn arrives

and leaves begin 

to fall i 

remember that i 

am the tree

not the golden 

leaf spinning gloriously 

to the ground

Exalted

You worship me as
your goddess
pray that I’ll save you 

kneel at my altar
until I 

fall from grace when your

prayers are not answered

my whole heart can't mend 

your broken one

cannot love away 

your loneliness 

only gaze

at your loveliness

as you used to see mine

Conviction

The voices of the dead

cannot speak, but

if they could they'd 

rise up through the throats

of the jury 

"guilty," convict the killer cop

—

April PAD day 12: use three of the following six words: convict, great, play, race, season, and voice

The crooks

Inspired by Resmaa Menakem's work and teachings ... and a recent podcast he was on

Your body was 

not your own

it served at 

the pleasure of 

the kings and elites

their feasts and 

festivities fueled by 

the blood and 

sweat and tears 

of laborers and peasants

whose skin was 

darkened by dirt 

sun-baked in fields 

you weren't allowed 

to ever eat from

servitude and subordination

a birthright passed 

down through your 

bloodied European bodies

and only deemed white

once you were 

able to turn

that generational rage 

outward, to reclaim 

a sovereignty of self

stolen from you

by stealing the 

land, languages, lives 

of pigmented people 

on a new land 

you would rape

and pillage the 

same way your 

predecessors were on

your own ancestral homelands

--

April PAD Day 7 prompt: villain

Read-lining

Our wires haven’t been crossed

the power lines  

are in completely different counties

—

April PAD Day 3 prompt: communication 

Waterboarding

Would you love me more 
if this body was thinner 
his thinning hair thicker
her thickness less sexy
their sexiness more tame
his tameness more fierce
my fierceness less fiery 
her fire more water
our watered down selves 
so dampened
that we drown ourselves 
without seeing you’re 
holding our heads underwater 

—

April PAD - Poetic Asides Day 2 prompt: what does the future hold 

What a pretty name

Hi, my name is
not nearly as important
what you call me 
behind closed doors, closed 
minds, or closed hearts 

where you fetishize an 
exoticness that once threatened
your grandparents so much 
that they sent mine
to Arkansan incarceration camps 

emerging years later with 
broken hearts and steeled
wills, a thirst to 
prove their Americanness/humanity,
become a model minority 

modeling resilience after abuse,
white-adjacent acceptability, and 
generational trauma embedded deep 
in the DNA that
became this face you 

now deem desirable

— 

April PAD 2021

Poetic Asides Prompt Day 1: introduction poem

He persisted

It was another good date
We went back to his place
I pulled him close

we kissed
we groped
we fumbled

It was a good time
Until things went too far
I pushed him away

he groped
he fumbled
he persisted

It was no longer a good date
Back at his place
He pulled my legs apart

I fumbled
I flailed
I cried

he persisted

--

April PAD Poetic Asides Day 3 - stop / don't stop

Aphrodite

Her soft belly

and sagging breasts

adorn museum walls

we scurry

past embarrassed by

her audacity to

be fat and

adored, a diety

whose gifts we

scorn because we

have forgotten how

to love our

own bodies, preferring 

to chisel away 

our curves for 

the hard angles 

that look better

on Instagram

—
April PAD Poetic Asides Day 2 - portrait

Grounded

the crows outside my window
know I feed
my dog at 8 a.m.

every morning they show up
to nibble the
leftover kibble and laugh at

the grounded little lives we
choose inside the
worry, the routine, the glass

prisons we call home, cars,
restaurants, and offices,
never learning to fly free

The buzz

There is no 

rush, no bliss,

no overwhelming wave

of love or

clarity, just a 

phantom buzz in 

my pocket pulling

me to look

more frequently into

this black mirror

than a real one

Bitter

Why does that which is
supposed to make
me strong taste so bitter?

Outside my window

outside my window
the bamboo grows high and green
reaching for the bits
of sun between our buildings
snatching just enough to thrive

The crumbs

Brown and black bodies crawl
through our alleys
like ants at a picnic

sifting through the overflow of
our wastefulness for
the treasures we throw away

Communion

I worship at your
altar drunk
on our communion

---
April PAD Day 24 - faith