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
permeate
Tag: writing
transient
settle
where the wind
calms.
and your breath
is light
// hudsonbiko
glisten
hues of blue
unfold
across the canvas
of scattered clouds.
the wind is dim.
and the sun is crisp.
and there are hearts
that are aching.
for what could
have been.
somewhere
// hudson biko
set
there are parts
of our hurt
we hold.
until
we don’t know
how
to let go.
a quiet ache.
we come.
to love.
// 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.
© Hudson Biko. 2021. All Rights Reserved.
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