How many stars named after black kids, or light-years until / the next supernova? I want him to know what room America has left / for black love, black boys, black families. Maybe. Hopefully.


photo of a young child looking into the window of a large aquarium of fish and kelp

The Sweet One

He shines / the flashlight at the hole to make sure I see the wet black frog-like head burrowed / inside and through the love in his voice for them, I love them too.

black and white photo of winding car headlights down a dark road

Variable Planes of Motion

There are select moments in time, he thinks he hears someone say, where we can feel the breath of the earth’s soil. When the sulfur starts to fill the air and everything around you is thick as night.

photo of an electron configuration that looks like a kaleidescopic image with green in the center surrounded by yellow and red

When I Reach for Your Pulse

The electrons / within shift in perpetual motion, perpetuating illusion. What is / solid will not fall apart for unexpected reasons.

close-up photo of an industrial lightbulb


Too bad / technology has overridden the soul / and we can no longer experience / true thinking.

Black and white image of a neural map


I’m on the floor. Most desks / are broken. Blink. That’s not — / They interrupt: Don’t be

black and white photo of empty bird cages hanging on clotheslines between buildings

A Hundred and Twenty Muscles

She watched as her classmates cooed and stroked and cuddled. A tiny flame seemed to burn within her.