Mercury’s Affair

I surrender to the hot gravity of the celestial who steals   the atmosphere from my never darkened  horizons; leaving me  running — naked and breathless, in retrograde— a race I cannot win.

’22 January

White winter falls on torrid melanin, melting into wet kisses.

Oversight

Our mistake was not seeing these words as real, as alive and sitting behind the open doors of glass cages waiting for us to forget their taxonomy– as if parts of speech aren’t species: All nouns want To be concrete. All verbs hunger for the salty, blood taste of adverbs and adjectives. All of these … Continue reading →