in another country, it is winter
in another country, i am born
How much farther do we need to go as an industry?
He had tabs with little Cheshire Cats on them, grinning at me like they knew they’d be coming to life later on.
The girl stood before me, no older than sixteen—a desert rose, more dangerous than beautiful.
The Moment is a year-long series of poems featuring new work from some of our most exciting First Nations and/or other poets of colour, responding to the current cultural moment we find ourselves in today.
The tree line glows with citrine dusk, the way Eucalyptus sap glistens in sunlight or…
I want my real—well, at least not-as-fake—name on the form.
“You know, you didn’t kill your father,” Zain says.
The Moment is a year-long series of poems featuring new work from some of our most exciting First Nations and/or other poets of colour, responding to the current cultural moment we find ourselves in today.
(After Helen Frankenthaler) Tropical nights are hammocks for lovers. Anais Nin I am thinking…