Douglas Kearney Poems

for Deshawn, Eric, Dallas, Jerome & Lerone
We brown boys
play
stick games,
...

there was a remember when the mama was my girl
the mama was in my girl biding to turn
...

Picture the upturned millipede, dead,
and see the streets of Altadena:
palm tree rows against the concrete, stiff
...

The jolt that comes to bones inside a tumbled streetcar

is what the painter considers as she strokes her-
self into story. There is less to the jolt that
...