Solomon
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LeatherA Poem by SolomonIt’s the light " the way it shines through the windows and coats the walls. It’s the wooden floors " worthy of tears, we forgot how the wo.. |
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Angel of TobagoA Poem by SolomonI left Tobago on a gypsy boat: six womenand a barrel full of wine; rock-ginger and a manwith blue eye. The sun made us thirst.We threw our dresses int.. |
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AntlersA Poem by SolomonI won’t cry when I wrap his hornsin brown paper bags and bury him belowwith his mother and her gypsies, painted by the blood of the Year of the .. |
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The Origin of Our FirstbornsA Poem by SolomonThe color of an irisflecked with blackwings of a hummingbird, ruby throatedopium firebird,hangingby a long black twineripped from the seemof a hound's.. |
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The PassoverA Story by SolomonHe stood above his prized white-tail deer duct-taped to the table in the shed, with a cig burning out the corner of his mouth, behind our house on Duc.. |
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Orpah and the Chicago Deep DishA Story by Solomonthis is a vignette and beginning to a story I am writing about a black teenage girl who will forever be stuck in poverty. |
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PomegranateA Poem by SolomonThe sky is sometimes there when I wake up alone in the city, and it tastes sweet on my skin, like her lungs would on my lips: sweet li.. |
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Lewis & ClarkA Poem by SolomonShe feared his saltwater kiss and the way his spine curved left like a train headed West where even good women couldn’t say no to the blue .. |
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To the Body on the Olive BranchA Poem by SolomonWhat did it sound like when the bullet flew at the speed of sound through the early morningand landed upon the lamb’s head?What did it smell lik.. |
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Sailing StonesA Poem by SolomonDon’t fall down in Puget Sound because the trees won't hear you with all their closed ears. The sky does not wait to mirror the salmon for.. |
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