Twitter Poetry Contest
2020 Winners
sound hour
I look out of the small kitchen window
above the table,
and saw the skin of your elbow
hanging from the outline
of a phantom shard glass.
In Passing
re: your temporal lobe/circular breath/first words as
typography/the eye slant/your name/your heritage/how
we cradle our Mother Tongue/the way your back slouches
when dreaming
