There Are No Metaphors in this Poem; I Am Simply Documenting the Suffering in My Country
How do you report a government to itself?
Tag 365 Collection
The Wake
A blast of Granda’s biscuit scent fills my nose
Broken Sonnet #14
watching the sun bear eat star fruit call it a first date.
Dead Fish
Scales like quarters glinted
in the wintry sun
The Bird’s Heart Stilled by the Roar of the Inferno
He said an eagle needs the sun on its wings, needs the vastness to learn to fly.
everything before us, everything to lose
the god is the machine, swooping in to halt the peat
Sunday School
I don’t think I believe in god.
Sparrows
I wrapped you in my arms so we were close
enough to catch the thin light
between our bodies
Talking to Digant V
Everything wants to spring,
to live out its deepest impulses
Unheimlich
Although my father doesn’t admit it, his body no longer allows him to work the way he once did.