Mar 29, 2022
Intellectual Property as a Result
recently I signed a contract / which stipulates anything / I conceive of as a result / of the job belongs to the job
Laying Down the Groundwork
When I got up before anyone else / I took the heavy clams from the fridge / and put them in a bowl of cool water.
Feb 25, 2022
Pepe
when his niece asks / tell me about Chía, the answer is always just: it’s a long story / but I think what you’re telling me, is that language is an inadequate grieving
Feb 16, 2022
“Path of Totality”: A Poetry Reading by Niina Pollari
Niina Pollari reads the title poem from her new collection published by Soft Skull Press
Feb 08, 2022
Ode to Diabetes
When I got better I ate / attention, the praise for being alive. There is no praise now. A needle, / a sharp’s box, yellow asking me to slow down.
Jan 19, 2022
Haibun on the High Bun
everything shifts as she twists and spins her hair, lifting it to chignon. / So self-assured, as if the gesture were always hers
Dec 22, 2021
When your friend tells you: “these kids
at night, when i’m outside and / the wind shakes the chimes, it sounds like the bell
Sep 14, 2021
Ashes at Kande Beach, Malawi
Everything is an elegy these days, all chipped rings, / clipped wings.
Jun 29, 2021
[Political] Dialogue
There were two worlds then, the one we lived in and the one she invented, where my aunt remarried and nobody ever went to America
Jun 01, 2021
A Man Called After Dark
the smoke of belt burn / and nectarines and me / — I will learn to love him
May 17, 2021
On Some Saturday, After All of This
there is little room for sourness, / little room for anything other than a vibrating joy
May 11, 2021
Even When Looking Up, He Thinks He Is Above the Stars
The world was a changed thing / a variant of its former self, and you were / A new ripple in the miles-deep pool of time, / that one breath strumming the tender / Chords of the system.
Apr 21, 2021
A Letter to My Mother, or Ode to Invisible Things
Dear sudden inspiration, creeping uncertainty, tiny splinter of glass, / sometimes you cannot be enough.
Mar 15, 2021
Time Lapse
In a time lapse, nothing happens smoothly. / Red horns quake as they splinter / from limbs on the bottlebrush.
Mar 12, 2021
