and now we’ve met but shan’t i speak of him as though a friend wanting to be noticed, who woos me all through life- but i, elusive yet to this hand of friendship. the fire at the local store before i arrived the crash at barn after i left the ocean that threw me up […]

what image show thy face, dear God. not in Adam not in Eve. not in the way you forgive man. beyond that ink we were told Veronica painted, come out tainted and then untainted. do something, man. quit with apparitions. remove transmogrification. do not speak through any wire. appear here and show precisely whose image […]

dried earth this is all we will be when compassion is strangled: stranded. we will unite in the light of the night forgetting the use of clour. we will gather around the only shield that we have- ourselves. and ask for how to make this tree bear fruit again. leonell echa

Unheard Swinging high off the ground The landing can be detrimental. Alone, Seeing galaxies and truths As stars and signs align Feelings clouded. The strap on my heels make it hard to walk away Too good to be true Too new yet it feels blue. This is a point of silence Nothing to say Everything […]

hay this is the house of stack: the heap up, the piles that fill the sacks. for fodder, sheafed and stooked. fibrous dodder for fauna, uncooked. and here is a hay of sunlight. this stack this is the house of the needle. leonell

pour yourself into a cup. take a sip. does it sting or sweet? well, that is what you’ve been brewing. leonell echa

The vowels in my name Are almost the same With the pages missing from my mama. To become a filler, I flip her body twice Wrap it in paper thrice And left a blank scroll If she needs to write a goal The vowels in her ode Are materials to decode LARDO

for the day they were born there was celebration each with his own demon and his own god a curse that makes immortal of dying things and so they grew strong and wild weak and meek they were so different. one was loved the others were not three were worshipped the others were good days […]

So good to be true I am drunk on regrets and blue Cast a spell on my name So your shoulder can carry the blame Taken away A little day by day Crush me Or just let me be Never in between feels Dark deep night chills It’s been past summer into spring I no […]