IN SEARCH OF DEEP SIGN 7: death people
There is a child somewhere who has not heard of death. There is always a child who has not heard of death and always a child breathing who does not think of stopping breath, or even that it could be stopped, making a rhythm of despair. Subtle, yet textured in their ignorance they are [...]
i was a deaf child
i was a deaf child. It was me Stumbling, Somewhat confounded By the towering blocks of An invisible maze that i Physically slammed into With your every determination It was my young, blank-slate life That you painted bitter, Folded into neat perfection And tucked away on a dusty shelf In a cabinet that you [...]
Sheldon Avenue
It was nice and sunny on Sheldon Avenue Then a black family moved there The girl Wilma was nice and became my sister’s best friend and we gave her a neat name sign like wine But Wilma’s little brother was a pest Every day he ran up to us and made faces and beat [...]
Spleen Gone Blues
I met her in a bar. Her drink was almost done. Irony was hoping that I would be the one. So I slide upon the stool and I say my pick-up line. I say “Baby how ya doin’?”” She says “Baby, you’re fine!” Well wow, whoa, it was Halloween! Who would’ve thought she’d be [...]
Black
Crouching with you in the black as men tear each other apart and enter tents uninvited. But I will never really know. Around us, so many flapping mouths— Tongues flash and flounder, bear gleaming teeth while sounds tumble from their open pockets, scraping floors when there is nothing worth saying. As I show [...]
Men Calling Women-A Sestina of Spiraling Madness
I don’t like women. They are so busy! This is true! How many times do you call them? Once? Two times? Three times? Four? No, no, no! If you have self-esteem like rhino-hide, you could see they are not interested in you, and this is why they don’t call you back! But then [...]
The Whiplash of Audism
Two by two, they filed into the Temple of Audism, these hopeful Supplicants to the God Locutus. Within, they met the Oracles of Locutus, with their full beards and smarmy smiles. “Your Child shall be healed,” the Oracles cried. “But first, thee and he must drink from the River Lethe.” “Its waters shall help [...]
The Death of Kindle (a Poem)
Because he saved his survivalist books on his Kindle, when electricity in the neighborhood understandably sputtered in the face of massive riots, dire predictions of inevitable cannibalism, and frantic knocking on his fortified front door (courtesy of his prior-to-crisis-already- irritating next door neighbor in search of Peroxide to replace her whiskey supply—which she claimed was [...]
The reason I don’t drink
When I entered Gallaudet I was ready to be a rebel But the problem was that everyone there was drinking and if I drank I would be a follower and not a rebel So I said drink me never But what really nailed me was seeing my first drunk person I was walking down the [...]
Putty in the Security Gap (a Poem)
It occurs to few A disgruntled government worker, in the right place and time, with even a single plastic egg of silly putty could spread it over sensitive documents, copying everything, and their bosses (trained only to spot C-4) would say “Is that C-4 spread all over your desk, mister?” The disgruntled government worker would [...]