“Love is history plus desire. Love is dominion. It is supposed to attack you. When you send it out, it stings you back like a slap of cold air.” LovePainDesirePoetryHistoryPoemDominionAttacks Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“America is loving me to death, loving me to death slowly, and I Mainly try not to be disappeared here, knowing she won’t pledge Even tolerance in return. Dear God, I can’t offer allegiance.” AmericaDeathPoetryDyingPoemRacismLoyaltyToleranceAfrican AmericansAllegiance Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“After You Left the weight of your absence became a black hole revolving around my memory of you--itself a black hole. Wavelets wrinkled the sheer sheet of space and time. Father, the loss of you is a planet orbiting what might have been. I cannot say if the emptiness is a grand celestial body or a vacuum so complete nothing can escape. I know these forces have mass and motion that bends, calls in, ripples fabric-- distorts the pace of light for a billion years.” DeathPoetryLossGriefPoemMourningFathersDeath Of A FatherLoss Of A Father Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“Come to my funeral dressed as you would for an autumn walk in the woods. Arrive on your schedule; I give you permission to be late, even without good cause. If my day arrives when you had other plans, please proceed with them instead. Celebrate me there--keep dancing.” LifeDeathLossMourningFuneralsCelebration Of Life Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“I woke to the news you were dead. The what arrived before daylight; the how was agony unfolding as I dreaded my way to dusk. Unfolding against my want not to know (but I already knew, have known since I could know): officers, arrest, Black, man, twenty, video, knee, sir, back, dollar, 8, counterfeit, hands, sorry, 46, mama, please, breathe, please! Were you tired George? I feel tired sometimes. America on my neck--my lungs compressed so much they can't expand/contract--” PoetryPoemRacismAfrican AmericansBlack Lives MatterPolice BrutalitySystemic RacismGeorge Floyd Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“Fog borne of fatigue, fog of early morning, of restless middle-years sleeplessness, fog of cat hair in my eye, of dog, dogs, fog of darkness, fog of dreary days under a pseudo-autocracy, funk fog of high crimes and misdemeanors, fog of my daily compulsion toward work I do not want to do.” PoetryPoemFogSleeplessness Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“In America there’s one winning story—no adaptations. The Story imagines a noble, grand progress where we’re all united. Like truths are as self-evident as the Declaration states. Or like they would be if not for detractors like me, the ranks of Vagabonds existing to point out what’s rotten in America, Insisting her gains come at a cost, reminding her who pays, and Negating wild notions of exceptionalism—adding ugly facts to God’s-favorite-nation mythology.” AmericaPoetryPoemRacismConstitutionAfrican AmericansDeclaration Of Independence Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“My grandfather's name was Arthur, and he talked all the time about his arthritis but pronounced it autha-itis, so for months I thought it was a condition unique to him, that he had his own special burden, just like my brother and me.” PoetryPoemAgingBurdensArthritisGrandfathers Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“Here's the deal: structural fatigue eventually causes breakdowns. I am 50 and chaos. My whole body groans.” PoetryPoemAgingMiddle Age50AchesBreakdownsStructural Fatigue Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things
“My love, I make this to tell you-- you made me right: everything is amplified. Joy doubles, also pain. The endless work of the river, the haze around it.” LovePainJoyPoetryMarriagePoem Book:Worldly Things Source: Worldly Things