lacrimosa by Scott Jacobs

the half of me you held was     the dark radar feeling through the blur     of how we are now electric     that one time you tangled into me / like the slaughter of an animal in water     turning the screws out of the hinges     as the darkness of death reveals     itself as freedom... Read More

camera obscura by Scherezade Siobhan

the first time i see my father / it is at the nosebleed dusk of his funeral / i travel 7,000 miles for a photograph / — his body’s a half-lit cathedral of bones / here chopin is a rosebud clutched between / the gondolier’s lips; an étude’s silk... Read More