“On Bullet Night,” “Summer Camp,” and “You Never Know”

On Bullet Night she keeps ranting cussing every bullet that shatters a parlor window thuds into the wall – she doesn’t try to protect herself figures…


“Screaming for Ice Cream,” “Walk Like a Jain,” and “Neptune Opposite Moon”

Screaming for Ice Cream Now you want me to care that you love me, gobble your sentiment like ice cream from your dusty, cracked bowl. Last time, you…


My Brown Skin

I'll let the reader decide what, exactly, my mindset was when I wrote this free verse masterpiece. My Brown Skin by Hakim Kangsworth, Formerly Known…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Another Poem

Whenever I dig into the complete work of a poet I like, I always find that their later work totally sucks. A hipster as fuck opinion, I know, but…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: A Poem

Can you tell me how this poem ends? I know we broke up, but I could really use your help. As you know, Raymond Carver is great to get you going, but…