October 2020

Small Life My world is small now. I wake up at daybreak and have two iced coffees with my...

Living flame —or— How it feels to be on fire I resemble you              like one   resembles one...

Popping, Locking, Boogaloo, you do the Kris Kross movement in front of me, showing your talents in raps, protests...

  The light blue sky turns dull and grey all of a sudden. Stillness around that disturbs. As it...

[The poet doesn’t expect the readers to read the sections of the poem as they are arranged. It is...