
it came down. to how long. we could sedate. the demons.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Caique Silva

there are things
that you begin to wait for.
like night to sunset.
or thunder to lightning.
or leaving
from those
you want to stay.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Thư Anh

it was 3 am.
some sampha was playing.
and
the earth was still.
and
the rain was dim.
and
every so often
there was nothing that mattered
as much
as
letting it fall
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro

in the curve of the moon.
in the rush of the lights.
in the loudness of the silence.
there are nights
that carry poems.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Tom Sodoge