hudson biko

the room with the red walls

cover the rooms
in scars.
leave your sadness
on the mirrors.
paint
the walls
in crimson.
swallow your
h(u/ea)rt
whole

presenting my second chapbook, the room with the red walls:

a few excerpts:

we were sitting
on the dinner table.
listening to the songs.
the words
wove
off the curve
of the glass.
the sun was low.
the room
was bright.
the shatter
was quiet
//
it was summer

there is a way
the sky
sheds
its grief
that
i
am longing for
//
set

do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine.
because
it is so dark
//
hope

missed you all. missed this. deeply.

–

passing

June 26, 2023 BikoLeave a comment

it feels like i choose it often.
the ache
to remember.
the hesitation
to falter.
the pause
to cessation.

// the memory we know | the part where it comes time to let go

hudson biko

cloud watching

October 2, 2022June 25, 2023 BikoLeave a comment

veer out into the clouds.

witness
their slow dance.
with the sun.

notice the way
their touch

lingers through
the margins

comes close
feels far

calls us in
brings us out

// Hudson biko

hold

February 2, 2022 BikoLeave a comment

there will reach a time.
where you will find yourself.
sitting. in the sun.
lost. in the sky.
and you will think back.
to this moment.
when it was dark.
and cold.
and the good
felt
so far

// hudson biko

permeate

January 17, 2022February 2, 2022 BikoLeave a comment

look at the way the sun glimmers
through the gallery of the sky.
seeks you.
behind rugged corners
and open wounds.
sees you.
in all the fierce
and subtle ways
you break through

// hudson biko