Grapefruit
Reading over old writing. Perhaps, this is how I begin [...]
Reading over old writing. Perhaps, this is how I begin [...]
On her arms memories of blades raise skin. Bare signs [...]
there is nothing special here. just an ordinary day the [...]
A reading of my poem, "This Yearning. A Door." Today [...]
“The doors to the world of the wild Self are [...]
my culture is an angry man flooding the living room [...]
To destroy the foundations and be fire. Do you remember [...]
There is a poet inside ready to come out. There [...]
without limit uncontainable, she is ocean, she is sky, she [...]