Two yearsThat is the time that has passedbetween us * TodayI am sitting against your
“I breathe here
But nothing takes my breath away
I live here
But my heart is far away”
Is it just us or who else feels this weight of longing– “I miss the gasp at a power failure/ I miss the glee at its restoration”! Look how poetry shapeshifts into music and the two take one form through rhythm and repetition.
Swinging Party Today I swungalongside an empty swing swaying in reverse motions so when I
After Ilya Kaminsky’s Deaf RepublicToday, like every day—Damp. Basketfuls& Basketfuls ofMangoes.A child’s blood will ruin
As though each step takes us home Hope has a placein every winter sky. every
A Birth-Day Wish This Moment between your Birth When the letters of divine That bear
When We Speak of Home 1 When we speak of homeWe speak of casualties, speak
his lover’s chest
broad and flat but bursting at the seams with love
*First Runner-up for the A.O. Ejesu Poetry Prize with The Muse no. 48 Journal. Hope
*Winner of the 2021 Eriata Oribhabor Pidgin Poetry Prize, The Muse Journal. I go buy