Your web-browser is very outdated, and as such, this website may not display properly. Please consider upgrading to a modern, faster and more secure browser. Click here to do so.
"… I promised my loneliness: One day I will write myself a Glass Essay
and then I will love like it can’t break.
I prayed Lord give me good legs and an open road.
Lord give me a juggernaut heart and a japanese car.
And yesterday, under the honesty of 60 watt light bulbs and eye-worn passages
there was my story, happy ending superimposed
looking final and unchallenged.
Joy is in the Zong!, is in the Beauty of the Husband and the Bible
clenched in her White Teeth.
[I dare you to tell me I’m not mending].
Joy is back bending in what you think is submission
but is really mercy.
It’s the watershed that comes from a good deed rippling into great character.
My mouth found my face again, found it can still spread.
(Not as easy as butter; not as fast as rumours.
But it can still light up a room or two.)
Sometimes it means you have to be
an archaeologist and an astronomer rolled into one.
But this smile right here is a Genesis older than
the doubt cubbyholed in the big bang’s center.
So though I have been shaking in my boots and my beliefs
I am proud of my ankles. They be no turncoats.
Proud of my knees- the creaking martyrs to dancehall.
They knew sometimes they had to break to keep me upright.”
We are more than the worst thing that’s ever happened to us.
All of us need to stop apologizing for having been to hell and come back breathing."
Page 1 of 99