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… rung of light, a pregnant silence. Isn’t the after always tidier, divisible? I remember it from the floorboards, the … believed you better than my own pain; two-legged God, false prophet—  I am a Muslim. Each of your breasts a mosque …

… said, a yellow that made my eyes  ache but nothing thus far compares to bone pain except childbirth,  put a bullet, I …

… Such as my own; where chaos stands A moment abeyant to my commands And dies in signs at my finger-ends. 545-546 By Dorothy Lee …

… from paper to paper. A tack never Reflects, a tack doesn’t die for truth, Expressing crisis at every new job. Maybe we … wind, song me, Move me where you will, to edge, to roots. O compass in my mouth, take me to Noon, the summer, and send … me from the cold, turn me back to August, those nights I studied the celestial. * Why is writing about her odd? Evening …

… Thought draws the imaginary of the past: a knowledge becoming.                        — Édouard Glissant   The … via the Mississippi River. Nearly half of the lake acres studied in America are too contaminated for swimming, fishing, … rocks, and and and. These bodies of land and water are portals of nature. Those portals are basimbi, or cymbee, …