Only If
8 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
poetry, love poem, ekphrastic
if the salt-cured ham glazed
with honey is no longer
my sweet sweat on your
tongue and your fingertips
forget journeys along my
forever hips
An Ad in the Chicago Defender
5 February 2007
Vol. 6, No. 4
poetry, prose poem, ekphrastic
don't need much room. forty acres would have been too much. just need a corner of a corner to rest my eyes between shifts. will not be distracted by women or love or necessity of the loins.