ROOH AFZA & LIFE IS A GLASS OF COKEI say I am petrichorI am the fresh perfumeIssued from cardamom thoughts
UNTITLEDI ask myself.“Will I be the same then as I am now?”
FEBRUARY: NEW + SELECT POEMSWhile pointing at the moon you said: I am an ocean full of storms, you are my salvation. Do not let the darkness swallow me.
THE OCEAN IS A GIRL: THE GIRL IS DROWNING
My mother said to me,once: we do not cry for the ocean.
MAY, ANYWHERE BUT HERE &MIDSUMMER OFF THE COAST OF SPAIN
the wildflowers will wait for us.they will bloom as they do every yearand when we come back,
TO MY HOMETOWN, FROM THE WINDOW OF A PLANE
And if I could compel youinto existence, you would movelike a cloud across the sky
THE BIRDWATCHER'S WIFE & OTHER FAIRYTALES FOR WICKED GIRLS
You say you rescued me, and I believe you, I believe you.
FEATURED POET: JANUARY 2018
It always astonishes me how whole days can disappear, vanishing into oblivion along with items from last week’s grocery list
THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS
A few imperative fractions of yourselfhave been missing since the summer in which you turned twelve.
THE DOG DAYS OF DESTRUCTION
Age is the only law now,gravity pulling our fleshtowards creaky wooden floors
FEATURED POET: DECEMBER
i think i might never breathe again if i could reach for that dip in the mattress and feel your weight.
Home as carnivore, as a thing that hungers, home as raptor, as sky full of teeth, snagged on feathers.
FEATURED POET: NOVEMBER
This requires the full attention of mercy.& If mercy exists in any life, it is exhausted.If summer has lungs, it is breathing out.
FEATURED POET: AUGUST
i say curve all light until it reaches you. fill you full. i say shadow is another form of movement. i want to shadow move with you.
what I mean is, how do you touch a lover who can’t even say your name? I had a body that felt everything and we couldn’t talk about it...