Michael Sean MitchellAll day, every dayMy sister filters. It’s called taste, she says. I’d spit out half the things she eats, but no judgement. I’ll leave that to her and her…Sep 23, 2018Sep 23, 2018
Michael Sean MitchellBoyWash the dishes after dinner. Take the garbage to the chute, and don’t walk barefoot in the building’s hallway. Stop knocking on the…Sep 23, 2018Sep 23, 2018
Michael Sean MitchellLiving in neighborhoods… that were changing color faster than autumn leaves.Sep 23, 2018Sep 23, 2018
Michael Sean MitchellBy the time… they hit his classroom, the song would reach its crescendo. Hands slapped desks. Simple rhythms from a small group in the back corner.Sep 23, 2018Sep 23, 2018
Michael Sean MitchellA few delicate… instruments played solo at their desks. The soft rhythm of shuffling feet, shuffled papers.Sep 23, 2018Sep 23, 2018
Michael Sean MitchellEvery word… I say is an echo of sorrowful songs and joyful choruses, lyrical verses speaking men into being. I am a result of authentication…Sep 23, 2018Sep 23, 2018