noelle buabbud
for i had heard - and it was not news
MINE (a condition)
Lacuna - inside a dumpling
sentimos el futuro escapar (repetición de la caída libre) // we sensed the future slip together (a repetition of freefall)
that which you wove out of light stuff i wear in honor of stone
the condition of precarity
when to move in disorientation
out/sync
road to damascus
after the flood
text
the way of the guillotine
priamel
again rubbed smooth
about
cv
(a poem and its image)