It must be done: soft Mercy 'on the treacherous of Road. You are the indelible impression, the imprint on my chest, why I cannot...

I. O oppression of Sky, sloping pavement, petty pebbles 'on the sidewalk like a thousand broken Moons. O cracks in the pavement ...

Slow poems I breed in isolation, like horses, some strange neck of the woods cleared off, the sawdust blown into the breeze, remains...

A fabricated happiness I see in the eyes of the blind. 09/03/2016 Addis Abeba Bole International Airport

I. There are forms that resemble you, murderous moments that cough you up, like the dilemma of a wheelchair or a table laid bare, barren,...

What a wild excursion into the world of the mango; consumption of a slick fruit, and in yellows and oranges a flood through the mouth,...

I have dreams of the wilderness. I do. My arms sprout branches, twigs emerge from these: my body begins to embody the rich eternity of...

I’m feeling better. Two days ago I lay recuperating in a latent way. Cranes adorn the rooftops— twisting in their fetters— of buildings...