A Poem on Loss: I Don’t Know How To Do Grief, Anymore
One of my fingers got cut offand it hurts, hurts real bad. How do I stop the pain so dizzyingno amount of painkillers can help? I’m not asking how and where to ...
One of my fingers got cut offand it hurts, hurts real bad. How do I stop the pain so dizzyingno amount of painkillers can help? I’m not asking how and where to ...
“South Africa gives me a perspective of what’s real and what’s not real. So I go back to South Africa to both lose myself and gain awareness of myself. Every ti...
“Why words, when they’re so slippery?” Whisperings find me standing At the bridge — Squinting through light and darkness To see what’s left to hold as tra...