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
He tells you how electrifying your poetry rendition had been; how deep the words and
on joy when the news reached me, i was writing a poem. i take god
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