Gravediggers On Orange Graves when breadwinners die we start by writing pain on plain leaves
i am at home i tweet about how my country flows with milk & honey
I Could be Anything & perhaps, when god left his Peace he gave me the
When I Feel Like Summoning My Old Parts… I like to look into old rooms,
I woke on my knees, thirsty for conversation, but could not read God’s lips in
I wake up today and choose beauty because the body is the prosthesis of the
Never whisper into an empty house. A dead woman might appear bearing a banquet of
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