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