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Ìdẹ̀ra, & Bluebird
Ìdèra It is always beginning—like the lifecycle of man.There's no exit to Mama’s suffering—only a corner for shadowing.She…
Late Show
Within the pleats of this spherical exquisite wedown and out our eyesto wander bird plea and time.Altitude cleaves…
A Letter to Refaat
It was late when your tale arrived. Its mangled head barely able to lift itself.Shattered joints, smashed spine,gaping…
Finding My Way
I’ve always had a hard time claiming that I’m an artist. When I returned from Paris, after completing…
Invisible in Germany
Written in summer 2018. In remembrance of winter 2012 Far away from home, I walked down a nameless…
The Limits of Love, & Others
The Limits of Love You’re welcome to a small helpingof care, a portion of our concernAche, if you…
To Tell The Truth Like Tolstoy
An aspiring writer reflects on lessons from the great Russian novelist I came to Tolstoy when…
Red
Now he knows his hands are tied, once a man with a voicenow folded into his own silence.He…
TRAVELLING PRAYERS
Driving through an afternoon of missed prayerslike the missed beats of a zambra thirsty furious confusedpiling up icy…
Slime of Cain, Pharoah’s Heart and Trophy
Slime of Cain A river for pewsblack water froth and stompbrown arms stretched forthimpatient, like a whale’s exhale.…