At the Cutty Sark
MAYA C POPA - 'The clipper without /
sail or shroud, // a shell through which /
the city gleamed'
At the Cutty Sark
Expectedly, Unexpectedly
A Stray Thought
verhoyansk reqiuem
Bad Dreams
after your brother
Not Dead
Horoscope
Down the Telescope Barrel
Móníyà Station
Learning to Pray
Painting x Poetry
Poem
Falling Out
All the Sisters I Never Had
How to Cut a Mango
Pearls
self-portrait as a god on fire
Freshmen
History Lessons