Tag Archives: Troy Porter

You might dance atop the stoop when the house burns darker than your sister’s first try at mascara or blacker than your father’s bar brawling eyes In fact you will dance atop that stoop. You are Amelia Earhart ablaze with … Continue reading →

I never did fix the furnace but I had affection for four winters             once I found that I could fit my heart in my mouth and watch as the words pulsed out of me like a cheap neon sign in … Continue reading →

I may not be able to describe my atonement through these ivory teeth             but I can dance around it until it spins itself drunk             and leaves trails of sticky liquor across the kitchen             laughing unhinged as I and the ants … Continue reading →

Your blood might greet you orange when your revolution is televised and before you return to your regularly scheduled programming That subway below your building knows what you are hiding and it will carry your closeted wind behind it winding … Continue reading →

On the last curb of this paper city, as molten June concrete erupted, washing out the waking tourists, we scribbled our autobiographies into the hand-me-down high-rise. The neighbors called it “propaganda” and had failed to eclipse our gospel after four … Continue reading →

for some time she had believed that my blood was her first language that she could speak my pulse back to me to find the origin of the words i stole from better men all of humanity could understand a … Continue reading →