Poem — 2019 Maybe we’re okay. Just say the word: Yes! Yes! Let it walk all over us until our body turns blue below. This bruise will fade into another life. 2020 In the first year, I learn how much I can do without. Counting sheep for six days, offering them a bite of my body. Night…

Poem — I often find her in dark rooms She tells me exactly what I need to do to save her Will you not do it for me? she says She looks the way I did when I was a teen This time she stays She stays like a secret sung into a…

Poetry in Translation — the longing to forge ahead as a decaying organ balance means staying in place when the gusts push hard from behind where to keep going what more to attain when humanity’s warmth is not enough the city a cesspool of filth and the specter of death draws ever closer all we crave is a deluge of healing a tempest of restoration we…

Poem — Eating part of my face, evening out the excess of suffering Jumping from wound to wound, precious stones in the memory of water Slowly, you consume my cunning-born heart A dear face gone. My nocturnal pains like hounds on the hunt, track even the slightest sign Each day, an abandoned…

Poem — ah, there he is, ready to gut love, stretch its membranes over his head in a heist sitting all night in his brain, chewing five words in a bite his language has a history of wreckage, a pathology touching is his medium — stripping bare the language to see what shines…

Poetry in Translation — I have always been alone, restless, curious to feel the roof of my mouth, the fabric that shrouds the corners. Barefoot, I walked unconstrained through people’s houses. Was it me who turned the handle in the night? When all the stars sparkled like a stranger’s eye in the southeast, around midnight an orange halo descended, dressing a…

Poem — the red velvet box spins. a hand, from the darkness, pierces her like a bullet, chasing the other inside. a hand maneuvers her like a puppet, in front of a single spectator. she has no heart, but his hand, reminding her to breathe, to open her body broad enough to hold loving…

ChatGPT’s Take on Poetry — In this experiment, I will be putting ChatGPT, a language model developed by OpenAI, to the test to determine if it can read and understand poetry, and even provide commentary on it. I am eager to see if a machine can truly grasp the nuances and complexities of this art…

Poem — Before me a black canvas. Why is it so quiet? The Empty takes a bite of my body and pumps it forward. There’s two of us. Covering and hiding one another, A vacancy shaped like a real heart. Another coat of thick black paint, Smooth dark waves to keep it going…