Her Face and His Fist

Soak in a pint of watergill of white rice. Hour after, sift the frothand set aside. Into a clay pot, measure anotherthen pestle into powder.  With the rice froth,her long-chinned face she washedfrom the tears she bathed in last night.Then

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Copper

Copper is the colour of her skin. is the arrow her father loosesto keep his kin. is her mother’s handkissing a hollowed out tree trunk -rounded, smoothed, and coveredwith deer skin -a tribal drum. is her village’s folkloretold in every

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Footbridge

I already lose count.I fell asleep, quite deep – An hour or two. I’m not sure. Buttick-tock – Never in a second of a clock Has passed no one. I see them all From my usual spot – Khaki double-breasted

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