Poetry

"...a kind of music played on my bones and memory..."

Alex Andy Phuong graduated from California State University-Los Angeles with his Bachelor of Arts in English in 2015 and was an editor for Statement Magazine. He currently writes articles and film reviews online. His writing has appeared in The Bookends Review, Society of Classical Poets, and Wilderness House Literary Review #12/4.

"...Time is now the enemy, bulldozing hope into the ground...

"...Racism is not an assignment to do...

"...the girl begged me to save her from her thunder thigh lathered doom..."

"...Trees blossom with colorful leaves of Fall..."

"...He was no panAfricanist. Not at all..."

"...I would sit and try to write a poem nearly every day..."

"...I was not prepared for you to go..."

"...never have I been so perplexed..."

"...like a clueless john wayne..."

"...loss of things you used to have..."

"...Above the vault of heaven there are also a great many giant cities of joy..."

"I ate a crab today..."

"...I harvest her memory every night in dreams..."

"...these are concerns that you do not take to a desert island..."

"...Lies have no layers..."

"...To you I'm a gamble/gambler who warms the dice..."

"...She was two and a half inches taller than I..."

"...I am raw and crude at the core..."

"...where the poor struggle to survive as the rich explore life..."

"...in the various safe and certain places free of sadness..."

"...These destructive pests have no shame..."

"...our eyes saw clearly their chips and cracks..."

"...Worshiped & scorned..."

"No one paints loneliness like he does..."

"...The music of the giant is the honey of soul..."

Listen...

"...that I might simply need..."

"...As the flames of the land 'revolution' were doused..."