Noelle BuAbbud
for i had heard– and it was not news
without a touch of sadness
sentimos el futuro escapar (repetición de la caída libre)
we sensed the future slip together (a repetition of freefall)
road to damascus
after the flood
mine (a condition)
lacuna (inside a dumpling)
that which you wove out of light stuff i wear in honor of stone
the condition of precarity
incomplete flight patterns
outsync
temporal mandibular join
the way of the guillotine
priamel
again, rubbed smooth
cv
without a touch of sadness
sentimos el futuro escapar (repetición de la caída libre)
we sensed the future slip together (a repetition of freefall)
road to damascus
after the flood
mine (a condition)
lacuna (inside a dumpling)
that which you wove out of light stuff i wear in honor of stone
the condition of precarity
incomplete flight patterns
outsync
text
temporal mandibular join
the way of the guillotine
priamel
again, rubbed smooth
cv
about
(a poem and its image)