Boluisce I root my fingers, burying them back and down. A twist into black, acidic…
Tag: poetry
There is a long dusty Kenyan road that carries me to you, Forging a likeness…
TOBY’S SOLILOQUY To think what stands against me still is not the harm of falling…
You will ask—name the mushrooms on the grounded log And the anatomies of the shifting clouds. Tell…