What the accusers of cultural appropriation need isn’t a Twitter account but a therapist — Scrolling through my Twitter feed, I came across the latest accusation of racism. I must admit that there’s something of an alluring quality that subconsciously attracts my lizard brain when I see the word racist/racism. …

Inspired by the 2pac song by the same name — a letter to you my son, Massimo. Love, baba. The contractions started on a Tuesday night at one thirty in the morning. Your mother wasn’t sure if it was the real deal yet. It’s best to try to relax in…

a free verse poem on what matters as I turn 38 — Through the rainforest my mind felt clear when an angel in a Taurus offered me 38 more years I don’t like to need nothing so I changed the subject can i offer you something? is what I said instead I want not what you have but what’s in your head Is what…

An essay on cultural alienation felt by Muslim immigrants in the west. — A lot of social bonding in the west is formed in bars. Secrets shared, deals made and ideas exchanged between raised pints of that sweet softener in the tumble wash of our lives: alcohol. This is the dividing river between the east and west. On the western front you’ll find…

A free verse poem about the Trump supporter, QAnon conspiracy theorist, Air Force vet, and now domestic terrorist that was shot dead by police while she attempted to storm Capitol Hill. — “Those who foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside” ― John F. Kennedy Her name was Ashli Babbitt Now on her flight She died for what she believed in A Jihadi’s right The when, if and how of it don’t matter The details subside

A free verse poem about the day Trump… —

a free verse poem about what we need… —

a free-verse poem about digital narcissism to the backdrop of the culture wars — I wanna be a YouTuber its validation is intoxicating it’s what everyone wants and I want it too I want to fall into it ass-backwards in a sea of pixel-blue I’ll invite you to my prerecorded world of ring lights and filters of hot takes taken out of context interrupted by sponsors selling shit in…

a free-verse poem about insomnia. —