a fire blazes in the city of my birth– we joke about the causal friction of our union (flint and tinder) your voice like chocolate and brandy liquid starshine soft. smooth. strong. (tinder) were you complicit with the fire? you still are with your lips like butter and soft whiskers (tinder) the hills are still…
I recently had a tense conversation with someone. I was asking about a change in the dynamics of our friendship and told her I felt that she was acting a certain way in our relationship for a reason that I didn’t understand but could feel. She said, “Oh, so you know how I feel and…
Song by Kymberlee della Luce That’s me reading this fabulous poem by Shelley. I do not have good sound recording equipment but I wanted to share this anyway. I recorded it for my friend, Duke, who shares my love of poets from antiquity. I love to read poetry aloud for my friends but I don’t…
my country my culture is like an alcoholic parent on a bender taking taking taking drinking the last drop and destroying and we, like the little orphans we are like hungry birds chirping squawking pecking clawing for attention for resources for space to be heard to be seen to be loved no space no recess…
The way your voice fills the room like honey sunlight your tongue touching a certain place in your mouth– I lean in. (aching) Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth unfiltered and weighted, the pressure of them sticks to me no–not the pressure, the power it has a…
