What is it that turns one copy from the other, that creates the impossibility of exchange? If two people share the same genetic code, how do they become irreconcilable, exclusive, somehow broken apart from each other?Read More
My opening never changes though. That’s the one thing that never changes. And you won’t believe it. “So,” I say. “What’s your sign?” That’s the truth. My hand to the god of getting laid, that’s the truth.Read More
I have this reoccurring dream where I make it to the gates of Heaven and the Gatekeeper stops and asks me, “Who are you, my brother?” I could answer this quickly by telling him my name, but my roots beg me to tell a story.Read More
What would you like?
(asks the waitress, the guidance counselor or academic dean, the parents, the lover, the sheet of paper, the paused feet, and the self in front of every counter tall enough to lean on)Read More
I am free to taunt mortals with the frank confession that I am stealing the golden vessels of the Egyptians,
in order to build of them a temple for my God, far from the territory of Egypt.
If you pardon me, I shall rejoice; if you are enraged, I shall bear up.