Tag Archives: Deonte Osayande

Huntsville

I wanted to be the accident uniting parents not the one taking them away, I wanted to be more welcomed by my mother’s family, not reasons for the graves of in-laws, who became more tombstone than handshake. Their vehicle became … Continue reading

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Silent Moments

“We can choose a love that will courageously seek out the wounded soul.” – bell hooks Her mouth wide open like the segregation of stars snores straight up like a sputtering car engine resting on my clothed lap. I snore … Continue reading

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Three in the Morning

I have been sleeping like a hunted animal in my own bed. To my knowledge, I’m only chased by myself. My doctors have said the narcolepsy and nightmares are unrelated to each other. When tracing their origins I hold this … Continue reading

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The Door Was Left Unlocked For Someone Else

A dead person can’t answer a phone call, so you rang and rang, waiting to hear my voice against your eager ear. My speakers are still playing James Blake’s “Why Don’t You Call Me” on repeat when you walk in. … Continue reading

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Mass

I’m watching the smoke ride towards the cathedral roof like food coloring in a pool of water and like catching a projection of light in my hand your grip’s warmth wakes me up. The snap back of a drowning neck … Continue reading

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Monday, or Just Another Day

From an airplane window it looks as if I’m in a city of light. On the ground it is a settlement of wax walls after the candles have gone. Outside of my window oil and water are mixing, drowning out … Continue reading

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Peace of a Turbulent Mind

Silently sitting on your stoop, underneath dance halls of stars, which shouldn’t be visible on this metropolis side street, like the first time I cooked us breakfast, after waking up thirteen times that morning, we held each other, almost frozen, … Continue reading

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