Poetry

April 26th 2024

"Otherwise it's spring, and everything looks frail; the sky is baby blue, and the just-unfurling leaves are full of infant chlorophyll, the very tint of inexperience."

April 22nd 2024

"I pulled my scuffle hoe hard through the clay’s crust and heard the blade scrape metal and earth."

April 19th 2024

"And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold, And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold."

April 12th 2024

"I shall forget civilization, I shall forget color, caste, I shall move in a fantastic world of raceless men and women..."