Domestic Violence

No Evidence

Jose Vilson Jose 4 Comments

Pitch black shadows mixed with spots of artificial light The damp cement makes rubber tires woosh past us Umbrella clutched between me and my significant other A blink and a rush A small blonde child shaken Parents turned around A young, dark woman with dark clothes leaned against the wall Looks of bewilderment riddle her face As an intimidating darker man screams at the top of his lungs “THAT WAS …

Staceyann Chin, B&W

She Read Twice (A Dedication to Staceyann Chin)

Jose Vilson Jose 1 Comment

Seven years ago, she spouts, “Jose, who has hoes?” This firebrand of a woman Who, when she walks, you can hear the susurrus of her Wavy, wild, copperhead colored hair Her patented tank top Strings barely holding on to the bra of the boobs she’s so proud of This wise woman makes me roll my eyes as she chants her newfound homonyms She’s a verbal ventriloquist with a groove Where …

Starburst Cluster

A Dreamer

Jose Vilson Jose 4 Comments

Be still, the living and breathing of the night Dark as the other side of one’s eyelid And reflective as when I close them Imagination is at once a flick of water off my hands into a large puddle And a spark of friction stinging my fingers At once, these ideas motivate my body to reach with rubbed palms But too soon leave my foremost thoughts as if they no …

White Noise

The White Noise [Genesis of a Nemesis Series]

Jose Vilson Jose 4 Comments

A Bronx teen was killed in a triple shooting. It happened around 10 p.m. Monday at 1225 Gerard Avenue in Mount Eden. Stare into the eyes of a boy whose eyes glistened rather than rolled Watch his skin deteriorate in a light powder In a finely-tailored suit covering his shell of an exterior This body used to contain dreams Jokes, Laughs, Emotions raw as the deal dealt to the young …

Barack and Michelle Obama, Behind the Scenes

Michelle, My Belle

Jose Vilson Jose 3 Comments

We stand at the precipice of history Feet on the one end grounded, cemented And on the other, afloat and steadily adaptable to change Our palms meet, love and lifelines crossing Sweat dripping from yours A cool breeze stemming from mine A comfortable temperature somewhere between us Our facial expressions match in their intensity I am reminded of the moments we spent together When success did not come so facile …

courtesy of Chris Britt,  The State Journal-Register

Counting Your Blessings (Am I Not Human?)

Jose Vilson Jose 2 Comments

This is not my Thanksgiving Meat cooking in the oven, parents readying themselves for the night’s festivities My brother in from the academic institution I once attended A mix of house cleanliness and unease over my mother’s operation tomorrow But this is not my Thanksgiving This is a call to attention to counting our blessings On a day after Mumbai becomes overrun by young terrorists On a day when over …

What You Know (Am I Not Human?)

Jose Vilson Jose 1 Comment

Hardships bypass you so easily You’re a bubble inhabitant A social vagabond A rank of immeasurable registry emanates from men in need of roofs Over their twists and unsharpened hairlines Burns from the assiduous defecation through jeans and undergarments The type that develop rings like trunks With roots upended by nature, society, and man Sleeping on rusty wire and splintered wood You think you’re all good Kenneth Cole fights for …

Lady In My Life

Jose Vilson Jose 7 Comments

Breakneck speeds of immense change Imposing and important questions laid in the musty air Dark wavy strands of black strewn across a librarian / teacher – prototype glasses An Amazon with hips as wide as her influence Curves in the form of encapsulated time She’s the sugar container in my coffee And the alcohol in my Vodka Mature and appropriate in all situations Ever-present her essence My eyes confusingly fluctuate …


A Message To Latinas, Remastered

Jose Vilson Jose 1 Comment

“A Message To Latinas, Remastered” She gets on stage, Powerful, omnipotent, nervous, fragile She stands behind the mic Calling for attention, That which is already hers Cautioning that she might use terse language An audience already accustomed to the curses of a million lives She stands there, reading off her crumpled paper Reciting a life’s work worth its weight in the wait A significant time Not from the beginning of …

Mr. V Writing

The Key Master

Jose Vilson Jose 1 Comment

This will be that year The year of the grandiose theme song Providing the vibrations of an aura well suited for triumph It is here that the masters appear When kings die in a battle of decades coming to a tragic end When they were almost ready to hand over the throne And warriors patrol other commonwealths In search of greener pastures and one day ruling the world With such …