You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
The Land of Haunted Forests, published by Jane & Jeremy, November 2025.
Impossible Island, Published by Loose Joints & AGWA, January 2025.
Présentation de Jackson Thélémaque, dans son atelier au 6B, à Saint-Denis, par Maxime Leblanc et son équipe – Septembre 2017.
“… she regarded it as a mooring, a checkpoint, some stable visual object that assured her that the world was still there; that this was life and not a dream.” (TM)
Renee Nicole Good. We mourn you. We are sorry.
… stricken
with emotion?—
horror, pity, disbelief?—
outrage, sorrow?—
young-woman face contorted
and eyes spilling tears
like Tamir Rice’s mother
perhaps, or the sister
made to witness
the child’s bleeding out
in the Cleveland park.
We stare
as the interpreter’s fingers
pluck the poet’s words out of the air
like bullets,
Poetry Is the Gnomic Utterance from Which the Soul Springs, Fluttering, Joyce Carol Oates
Along the vertex, where two bodies (heavenly
or otherwise)
Intersect, the minor tasks and major
efforts that lend life
A narrative, a geometric center, the appalling
beauty of the abstract,
What Ails Me, Sara Nicholson
here’s a little mouse) and
what does he think about, i
wonder as over this
floor (quietly with
bright eyes) drifts (nobody
can tell because
Nobody knows, or why
jerks Here &, here,
gr(oo)ving the room’s Silence) this like
a littlest
poem a
(with wee ears and see?
tail frisks)
(gonE)
“mouse,”
We are not the same and
i, since here’s a little he
or is
it It
? (or was something we saw in the mirror)?
therefore we’ll kiss; for maybe
what was Disappeared
into ourselves
who (look). ,startled
Here’s a Little Mouse, E. E. Cummings
Lionel Benjamin pote yon mesaj ki fè diferans
All Hail the Jamaican Patty (New Yorker)
Lutz Bacher at Portikus (2013)
you ever look at a thing
you ain’t make, but become
a mother in the looking?
our blood is a thread tied
around my finger, tied
around her finger, that helps
me love. when her knees
swell, when her joints rust,
when her hair thins & flees
making a small continent
of skin on the side of her head,
i am witnessing her in whatever
state her body will allow.
Bismillah to the brain that
put my name next to her name
and said look at this girl your
whole life and know some kind
of peace.
Ode to Dalya’s Bald Spot, Angel Nafis
“run the country” (NPR)
