The House Beyond the Swamp
the family who squatted between our house and the bog
Category Poetry
Broken Spanish
the bruise: hunger a home
A Crystalled Night
The Danube is, afterall, the biggest Jewish graveyard
If We Had The Day
The current ripples into our giggles, our laughs
The Emissaries of Rift
One comes with mouth full of ash, coughing out treaties no one honored.
MUERTO DE SED AT THE BOWERY MISSION
Community of giraffes gathering at the shore
Fluorescent God
their eyes already peeling the steam off my back
But They Never Taught Us Créole
At home we heard the music, held the fabric of the madras
Gianni
Things fall apart so much quicker than they grow.
Flying Kite
the crackling grey gloom