Not what he felt like, but what I felt.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 155
Reading The Blue Clerk, 154
Brer Rabbit on the tar-covered scarecrow.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 153
the world’s edges wrap tightly around you
Reading The Blue Clerk, 152
I am speaking from the small world that curates me.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 151
A sentence unfurls to find itself surprised by itself.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 150
A glance cuts into another glance.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 149
Risk what the bee risks.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 148
Our hands were scars and tears.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 147
To invent a language that names something other than violence is also the work of difference.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 146
An image can be an entanglement or an acknowledgment, not a memory.
Gukira 