Martinique comes and goes in feverish fits—predictable, regular, like malarial fever. Mount Pelée erupted at the......

Burnt in the wake of restless dreams-i reach towards the gaping abyss that isqueer love: we......

after Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson Sometimes you can hide in plain sight—refuse to go to......

I am a blade a frond of kelp drying outon a rockpool waiting for the next......

i lie down next youwith my starving lipstrembling & the blue lagoonsof your eyestempting& alluring howdo......

we unzip our dirty mindsto blast the thick & glisteningthighs of hillbrow we salivate at the......

the most beautiful sightI have ever seen isthe rage of one womanavalanching intothe rage of tenthousand......

Hiding under the bedThe child bride holds in her handsA book of stories. Next to her......