I dreamed I called you on the telephone to say: Be kinder to yourself but you were sick and would not answer The waste of my love goes on this way trying to save you from yourself I have always wondered about the left-over energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill long after… [Read more…]
July 6, 2011
“Vultures” by Chinua Achebe In the greyness and drizzle of one despondent dawn unstirred by harbingers of sunbreak a vulture perching high on broken bones of a dead tree nestled close to his mate his smooth bashed-in head, a pebble on a stem rooted in a dump of gross feathers, inclined affectionately to hers. Yesterday… [Read more…]
January 5, 2011
“My cunt is hung,/hung with sea urchins,//My cunt bursts,/bursts with bladderwrack,//My cunt drips,/wet as a walrus snout.//My cunt is hungry.” and “There’s only one way to kill your enemy://You must bite my clit off, pull it inside out,/and use it as an arrowhead.” Translated by Nancy Campbell Read the three poems in their entirety and… [Read more…]
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