Immigration
Dying to live,
beyond a border.
No one is illegal
“Have you heard of book spine poetry?”
“You have?”
“When?”
“Like twenty years ago, Tim.”
This won’t be the first or last time I arrive late to the party. Heck, most of the time I miss the party…
One day,
the Outsiders
drown into the wild night.
For my newest installation of Book Spine Poetry I venture to my parent’s garage to critique who owns the school curriculum.
As Tara Yosso wrote, “The school is really just telling you whose knowledge counts and whose…
Created by…
Invisible stars,
sight unseen.
The Power of One.
A story to tell,