I guess it's about staring the train wreck down, right down to the rail road ties, sifting through smoke, metal and memory. "Bravery is not for the beautiful."

Mostly you will find posts that contain poems, paragraphs or narrative non-fiction in process or my thoughts on my writing adventures and of course there may be the occasional rant.

I am currently doing "the grind". It's where one writer invites another to be apart of a group. For one month the group of you email new work every day. That means I am writing every day. I will be updating more often, trying to get a little bit more comfortable putting my work "out there".

Monday, June 23, 2014

New Paint


Most people think I am white
shit,
sometimes
I think I am white
but I have been painting
and the paint is peeling
from my knuckles
my brown skin with white gashes
I am a stain from
some long ago, never spoken about, incident
in the tobacco fields of Puerto Rico
I pull the bright white latex paint
from my skin,
piece by piece
and only my worn brown skin
remains.
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