In Ifite, it’s always cloudy, And it rains bullets. Yesterday, Ben was drenched in his
REFLECTIONS a girl disappeared into the heart of the woods only for her carcass to be
MATCHBOX you are the miracle that walks me upon the sea of love how much
NARCISSIST Naked. How can we have bones so tightly knitted to our skins Like fitted
IT’S VAL’S DAY & MY LOVER IS IN AMERICA After José Olivarez I wake to
my life is one stanza of unrhymed poetry each line reeks of its blistered rhythm
RESURRECTION OVERTURE He traced the hum seeping out of the ground like a spring
I’ll build a nest in your voice and rest there… When you whisper to your
HUMAN he sees fire & tells a friend to embrace it for warmth. he claps
on joy when the news reached me, i was writing a poem. i take god