Mother knits in the sun, hummingsongs of birds. Having snapped her flowers from the branches of the past,she sings about…
Inside my décor are cobblestones My womb is plastered in ornaments My red velvet walls are October hallsIt’s the idea that I…
(after Timi Sanni) – What’s your name? My name is a synonym of pebblesA progeny of clay finding a homeIn…
Tonight the moon is a skyscraper.A million tiny islands sewn into the sky’sskin twinkle above the heads of mortals& spikelets…