[tabby title="Poem"] Inclines (ii) — for Shamim Meer you call it where sky kisses earthI call it land of the skyis it the sky bendingor earth reaching growing up by the RockiesI only learned in Magaliesthe older the mountains the...

[tabby title="Poem"] When do the things we consumebecome the things that consume us?When shopping sprees filled with gleefunded by theft and larcenyAllow orgies and feeding frenziesto stuff ears and brains and belliesWhen we consume gossip and calumny:gorge on the carrion-flesh...

[tabby title="Poem"] what is black? is it us, our skin?the (sin) it reeks ofthat's what they proclaim to us but to us, what are we? a sacred breed unkind to self the hate is much,it floodsit is in the genocidethe...

[tabby title="Poem"] I grab onto the hands of an artistHands that create life and bring meaningWhat the eyes see, the neocortex processes and delivered by these handsLeaving people in a strand.Notice the roughness in the texture of the palmsVivid colours...

[tabby title="Poem"] These fists bear the world's weight.Holding foe, friend andFamily gracefully if not elegantly, notDiligently. Scrapes and scarsLinger around,Some gushed redWhile others never bled.Old wounds hang like medals,Telltale signs of strugglesForgotten and a few forgiven. Fingers trace outlines of...