I have a friend I will never meet. He lives in traces of handwritten notes to me: In scratch papers, invoices, labels and spreadsheets. I think he didn’t really like being here. Here is work you see, where your hands get calloused and your knees bruised and blueblack knuckles bleed. Who wouldn’t lose themselves in… Read More “Dusk” by Nikki Corina Dela Rosa

A mouthful of grass, choked, but here I stand before you. Dry mouthful of grass, hanged for healing a sick man. Red mouthful of grass, banned from opening glass glued eyes. Grass in my mouth, I once knew bitterness, but sweet is what it sounds. Nikki Corina Dela Rosa is a revolutionary queer poet located… Read More “Mouthful of Grass” by Nikki Corina Dela Rosa