Category Poetry

The Danube is, afterall, the biggest Jewish graveyard

The current ripples into our giggles, our laughs

One comes with mouth full of ash, coughing out treaties no one honored.

Community of giraffes gathering at the shore

their eyes already peeling the steam off my back

At home we heard the music, held the fabric of the madras

Things fall apart so much quicker than they grow.

the crackling grey gloom