Poems from Olivia Thompson
The Father awakened from a hibernation.
The Father cooked grits and eggs.
The Father cooked grits and eggs.
The Father awakened from a...
Opening his mouth to receive the tender of her
Legs, he knows not to taste the
Inside yet. War is a calculated process.
Victory takes many...
My own country, but I don’t own my land.
I used to put my hand through the orange sand.
My brother and I would count pejig, nij....
Before I take my last breath
Look into my eyes
Mirror my reflection
Taste the kiss of my smile
Know I have no reason to live
A woman is...
Oh, Baby
Shining light
Dazzling smile
Shimmering eyes
All sounds too cliché.
What is there to say?
Such joy
Unknown bliss
Unexpected...