Poetry
Divination
By
Your son turns restive in his sleep
Whispered away by morning to dusk
Verses bloom along his wrists and throat
In bright sentences his name is cut

Topical Poem
Hip Hop Found Poem
By
Aim for the sky. Cock the shit and shoot.
The block is. Hot, the block is hot
Ashes to ashes, dust to... Dust
It. Watch it. Turn it. Leave it.