It has become mechanistic at this point. I placed the blade in your larynx. I have grown tired of your voice. Your speech isn’t free….
They were trying to catch my eye as I hurried past an old tree, the abandoned pencil factory, and what was rumored to be a…
Here beneath the hems of evergreen, beside the weathered shed where sunlight doesn’t reach, the housewife squints and takes it all in until she sees…
At 23 let us count the things We have lost to the fire: We entered the Corporate We skipped the breakfast On Monday mornings We…
Heavy snowfall at a military base, in a scorching Naples in August: where the Austrias, and after them the Borbons, and much later Maradona, and…
No trial, truth murdered in cold blood, an innocent man slain. Kannagi stormed the palace in rage, the woman’s wrath unrestrained At the palace the diamonds spilled forth…
Addah Belle’s pocket watch stands openon my desk like a sandwich boardadvertisement.I want to shrink down and crawl under it,camping in my ticking tent. Constellationsand…
I pressed “performance poetry” into YouTube’s search box kept company by a simplified magnifying glass on the right (in its own light-grey box): a type…
Over coffee, you tell me that it settles in your lungs way better than in your stomach. You tell me about those long drives when…
Black; The colour of my hair that you ran your fingers through And clutched and pulled back and Gasp; As our legs twirled under sheets…
Practice pirouettes in a safe place Clear of any sharp tweets or leaked emails Know your retracted position before you start Keep your shoulders and…
“every ecology depends on death” cotyledons green to their task of rising into trees, unruffled by captions in a town in India a driver races…
Though your bones will turn to dust There is still time to love and lust Though your muscles soon will rot And memory will slip…
“ there are two ways of getting home and one of them is to stay there” – G.K Chesterton no more does…
my otherness sticks with me no matter where I go : never loan out your rainy day : how many bodies are we :…
The studio was lit by December smog, you’d make tea make lunch make breathless moans, then you burned plastic paint to make statements about the…
A deer park, a duck lake, a fort— “It’s colder here, isn’t it?”— “Yes; we’ll walk fast, ok?” Distress clouds your eyes: “You should’ve got…
lately my mind is a dreamy soup Yours, polished rosin. I stand grey as a doorway To embody sleep my chance to mishear when you…
I find it amusing, yes when people refer to their nation as the Mother Land. My mother’s land is not mine. I have no claim…
took my arm and said something about MRSA climbed into a sitting position took on his own half-assed-half-lotus “I had an axe and a wife….