Aidan Rooney: Bel-Air by Louis-Philippe Dalembert
those alleys seven times knifed then again then always
to be part of the tight knit gathered round over a sewer cover
to watch as they germinate
the stars no one of us had sown
June 8, 2024 · 5 Comments
Emmelie Prophète: The Villages of God (excerpt)
I was not afraid. I’d grown used to the sound of guns. I grew up in this Cité where there’s never been a truce, where death does the rounds at noon just … Continue reading
April 24, 2022 · 4 Comments
Aidan Rooney: Reliquary (after Ida Faubert)
Here, in a small rosewood box
lined with silver satin,
your locket still attached
to a closed gold chain.
November 19, 2021 · 4 Comments
Aidan Rooney: Chestnut Tree (after Ida Faubert)
The courtyard’s chestnut tree,
already shedding leaves
in dulcet sunset heat,
stands tall and grieves.
September 17, 2021 · 2 Comments
Aidan Rooney: Tropical Evening (after Ida Faubert)
Come breathe with me the sidewalk scents and
exhale into the night my erratic soul.
June 11, 2021 · 3 Comments
Aidan Rooney: Think Back | Emmelie Prophète
Think back, some day,
to this dismembered city,
its sounds, squalor and dolor.
March 5, 2021 · 1 Comment
