len b.insoliloquiumi say i love you like it’s a hostage crisis negotiationlike i’m waving a white flagMay 14, 20181May 14, 20181
len b.but lovers don’t always winAchilles sleeps, his fingers sticky with blood — or maybe fig juice, the sugar coating his skin like the armor he was promised. Achilles…Mar 4, 2018Mar 4, 2018
len b.insoliloquiumpeloponnesuswritten on the fifth anniversary of my grandfather’s death, standing in front of his tombstone under the scorching sun in the first…Feb 17, 2018Feb 17, 2018
len b.insoliloquiumwhat we carry in the hollow of our bones, what we take with usto the grave, to the street marketFeb 13, 2018Feb 13, 2018
len b.insoliloquiumforgotten drafts, figure 1her name is bethany, her name is lauraSep 24, 2017Sep 24, 2017
len b.insoliloquiumorestes fasting and pylades drunka boy who loves you is a dead boyMay 24, 2017May 24, 2017
len b.insoliloquiumTime fliesThis week’s wounds are Seven years old My suitcase grey on the Parisian cobblestone and the sky greyer The boy standing in front of me…Apr 18, 2017Apr 18, 2017
len b.insoliloquiumSins of the father,AND OTHER REVOLUTIONARY MISCONCEPTIONS.Jan 13, 2017Jan 13, 2017