Hiatus, by River
biddy bye byebought and soldand when we cry cry crawling coldand if we dye dye our blues gone oldwe say […]
biddy bye byebought and soldand when we cry cry crawling coldand if we dye dye our blues gone oldwe say […]
because we loved our country & it did not love us back:
in memory of all the Ndi-Igbo who were shipped into slavery through the Arochukwu Long Juju Slave Route. Beyond the
Nazir 52b One way of measuring creatures is by volume.For the purposes of consumption, we consider parts. Like, it’s one
I dance with the handsome men I do not knowthe music alive between their thighs, their liquid skin and hard
This lesson I learned and relearned, recitingit like a spell, word after wordto call back my power,to soften the ache,to
for Sakshi Your face an oblong fact. Your hair a swirl of light in a jagged syntax. The curve of
He occupies the office above the bleeding floor,Pacing, a shadow. Pulled blinds, obscure.Below, his opus: his system, perfected.Efficient. Patented. Robotic.
I in my language moartea e marea death is the seaand the sea is mare, vastness that will swallow
My daughter plays with dinosaursmade from plastic made from oilmade from dinosaurs. Her treasure boxis full of fossil teeth and