Poetry
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The Last Block in Little India
Auntie lets lethargy cradle her bones as she stands beside her stall of mixed pickles and chutneys. She nods at passersby, the creased skin of her cheeks like the spine on a...
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Backwater
Near rain. The man on the dike is back again feeding pigeons full loaves of sourdough among other scraps belonging in a compost bin. Below him, soft plumes of the eggplant slough...
spectacle in the museum of man until 1974
i lock bats in mason jars. call it a cruel thing, a bitch about to bite thing, but bats-teeth leave exit wounds too. i learned from a bashed-in circus tent to never...
Blood Quantum
when you look at me do you see my blood quantum? / the quantities of who i am poured down / from generation to generation / / do you see the...
I let my younger brother use my headphones, and he used them for evil.
I let my younger brother use my headphones, and he used them for evil. He listened to the absolute worst music on the planet, and I am so ashamed. He stole me...
Or, Perhaps You Have
Morning, early September. Still dark, / a proper chill reminding me how / short our summers really are, how / much good can come from a thermos / of coffee. We’re sitting...
Lion and Tiger
while you were entering the wu tang we wore our jeans low, taught our bodies to pop and lock a love song that flows like water, hits beats like bamboo sticks on...
Kaiteur
It exists on a frayed embroidered map, where I pulled at gold threads, searching for the first stitch. We trail over roots and rocks next to the unbarred water, until we reach...
metro
and then she emerges / on the corner of peel & maisonneuve, her / city legs tired and out of kilter. / she has been lost in the forest: / picking blackberries...