Second Beginning by Isabel Sobral Campos
I neglected my period blood / somewhere secretly I drink it / under a rock to trick time. Tis / a pleading smell. Scent / of moon-stages, coals. / (Pause). I don’t see well. / (Pause). Will you tell me / if I misspelled / something vital / like my body / something / like…a... Read More
Desert Vivant by Isabel Sobral Campos
no point thinking from carcass to cemetery / no point thinking, or if thinking, the thought / licks the pebble or desert domed cloud / it weighs then beats brow / now that / ancestors sleep with sharks / the herring haunts these waterless place / a sculled face... Read More