Poetry

The river chokes on logs, fallen palm branches, and garbage; on plastic and dead dreams from upstream. From the top of the bridge, the stench…

say nation––but only once, at the start say tomorrow will be different say otherwise, tomorrow will have           no difference say people are not people, they…

I refuse to find proof of innocence. The halls of court are narrow and dim, the air reeks of age and names forgotten. They shot…

Those cartridges that are emptyare golden like the sunlightand the highlights of his hair.He loved that gold like he loved the petalsof the flowering daffodils…