Poems from doan.ben
Singing at night in a tired voice
aged from years of trying to speak but no choice
than to sing to myself
The sound now just a faint...
Somewhere winter is not as cold,
summer not as heat stricken.
Push until you find out whether
you're made of jelly or jam.
But they're both...
Her eyes soften. Watch
as whales breach the ocean's tide;
your body emerges.
i. The Storm
Our ship lies in the ocean's swell, slowly
approaching a rocky shore, a graveyard
on the southern coast of Argentina
where...
step into
the thicket
of flowered purple
brush that paints
your skin
for a moment
burst into...