Drunk In A Midnight Choir

A Late Harvest

Gorge

​The Last Pull 

​When The Clock Strikes Six Feet

WusGood.Black

Says The Blood To The Slave Trader

Tap Lit Mag

Three Poems:

Remedy For A Long Winter

What The Body Knows

​An Exercise In Melanin

Words Dance

Two Poems:

Cuatro Mujeres

Letter To A Man Who Knows

Requiem

Boneyard Walts In The Form Of Litany

​Routine