[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I know the quick thrill of a lovely dreamIt sets your heart in different places of hope at night:to long for sleep or perhaps never to wake at all.Imagine if those immuring trinkets around her neckwould shrink...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Imagine if we never run out of drugsJust the two of uskissing in gentle blowsthe wind under our feet.Forever healed of love. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Take me to Clifton Gachagua [tabbyending]

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] For the nights I spent away from youI recall only an opus of beads that line your vaginaweaving my tongue into memory and nostalgia in my mouth.For those nights I dreamed of only being a dancer.We drank...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] “The maiden’s mail has arrived sweet Hun,quick! untie my apron!”The mistress here teaches us not to seeour hanging portraitswith a tilted head. She is collected nowin her stubbornly stuck napping braids;the future is often requested there, in...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] She dances like there is petroleum in her coxato random men in the street who want to buy her. I hide all my shameful habits in a crystal figurineI leave in the sitting room for strangers to...