Shade Literary Arts

I didn’t recognize my face in the mirror today I did not know my name Instead a white woman grafts my tongue onto hers Caging the meat of...

To melodrama, to snot crying over old films, to sticking pill capsules beneath my tongue and not swallowing. Ode to the strange...

Tell the poem to touch itself at night. Tell the poem to hand pick the stars scattered between its valleys And bring the torrent rain....

the sound is high and loud pitched. i am the sound. the sound belongs to the speakers. i am not the speaker. my butt on the speaker,...

Your grandmother told you That during times of war your people of Samoa would sing songs to their warriors before entering battle Tala...

Click me. What does the title, “Emerging poet,” mean to you? The title of emerging poet is a bit of a double edged sword. On one hand, I...

and what other flavors can one expect from something so forbidden, even the Lord hesitated to call it fruit? remember when you kissed the...

i turn you into liquid with one touch. in our photographs, i am just out of frame a blurred figure haunting the margins in bloom. get on...

I want a swatch the color of trying to nap on the beach in August, sandwiches wedged between bottles in the cooler sand on the blanket ...

He enters you, hide him, a silver dollar beneath your pillow, in a pawn shop, lodged in your throat. Your birthmark will remind him of...