Excerpt from "Brief Notes On Staying // No One is Making Their Best Work When They Want To Die"
How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This
It's Just That I'm Not Really Into Politics
The Prestige
There is a Street Named After Martin Luther King Jr. in Every City
The Summer A Tribe Called Quest Broke Up
A Bird, came down the Walk
‘Faith’ is a fine invention
Forever – is composed of Nows —
“Hope” is the thing with feathers - (314)
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking
I’m Nobody! Who are you?
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun
Tell all the truth but tell it slant — (1263)
They shut me up in Prose
This is my letter to the World
This World is not Conclusion
[Untitled- Split the Lark]
Wild nights - Wild nights!
American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin [“I lock you in an American sonnet that is part prison”]
American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin [Probably twilight makes blackness dangerous] (Edited)
American Sonnet for the New Year
Carp Poem
excerpt from “How to Draw an Invisible Man”
George Floyd
excerpt from “Letter to Justin, Age Seven, Regarding Any Possible Mixed-Race Anxieties Which One Might Experience in the Near or Distant Future”
Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czesław Miłosz
Letter to a Cockroach, Now Dead and Mixed Into a Bar of Chocolate
Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now
Letter to the Person Who Carved His Initials into the Oldest Living Longleaf Pine in North America
Spock as a Metaphor for the Construction of Race During My Childhood
Ten Letters to the Angel of Death